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AI Musical Composition 13
Songs evoke emotions, sometimes the silence of words is enough while the musical notes take shape and life, however, there can also be a poem that accompanies the message... like this one:
Soft Melodies
The velvet hum of night began to bloom,
Soft candlelight like whispers on the wall,
While shadows danced, adrift in golden gloom,
And hearts were lulled by rhythms slow and small.
He, master of the stage, the voice, the flame,
Tonight adorned no crown, no silken guise
But sat, in simple joy, without acclaim,
A quiet smile tucked deep behind his eyes.
Across the table, laughter sweetly curled,
As tiny hands reached out, and touched the light.
A newer world, a gentler, smaller world,
Where love first learns to breathe, and holds on tight.
The clink of glass, a note that softly falls,
Like rain upon the roof of memory,
While distant chords caressed the dusky walls
And time slowed down to let the soul just be.
No need for verse to climb the stars above,
When all he sought was resting in his arms
A moment swelled with hush, and held by love,
Unscored by fame, yet steeped in deeper charms.
So passed the night, like incense in the breeze,
A fleeting grace no crowd would ever see
But in that room of quiet melodies,
The world was whole, and warm, and wild, and free.
🎶🎶🎶
This song is a creation created by artificial intelligence.
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By RebeJumperSongs evoke emotions, sometimes the silence of words is enough while the musical notes take shape and life, however, there can also be a poem that accompanies the message... like this one:
Soft Melodies
The velvet hum of night began to bloom,
Soft candlelight like whispers on the wall,
While shadows danced, adrift in golden gloom,
And hearts were lulled by rhythms slow and small.
He, master of the stage, the voice, the flame,
Tonight adorned no crown, no silken guise
But sat, in simple joy, without acclaim,
A quiet smile tucked deep behind his eyes.
Across the table, laughter sweetly curled,
As tiny hands reached out, and touched the light.
A newer world, a gentler, smaller world,
Where love first learns to breathe, and holds on tight.
The clink of glass, a note that softly falls,
Like rain upon the roof of memory,
While distant chords caressed the dusky walls
And time slowed down to let the soul just be.
No need for verse to climb the stars above,
When all he sought was resting in his arms
A moment swelled with hush, and held by love,
Unscored by fame, yet steeped in deeper charms.
So passed the night, like incense in the breeze,
A fleeting grace no crowd would ever see
But in that room of quiet melodies,
The world was whole, and warm, and wild, and free.
🎶🎶🎶
This song is a creation created by artificial intelligence.