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AI Musical Composition 6
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:
Rain at the Window
The rain begins a hush, a sigh,
Soft fingers tapping lullabies
Upon the glass, a silver thread
Unraveling the thoughts I’ve shed.
The sky, in greys of woven mist,
Leans low as if it longed to kiss
The trembling earth, the waiting trees,
Now swaying slow with quiet ease.
That scent you know of moss and stone,
Of leaves that speak when left alone,
It pulls the soul through time and air,
To moments lost, and still held there.
I press my hand against the pane,
Feel echoes in each drop of rain.
They fall like words we never said,
Like glances passed and softly fled.
The world is blurred a water hue,
And I am here, and not, with you.
Your absence hums through every drip,
Like distant songs on parted lips.
Yet still, I love this aching peace,
This gentle weight that will not cease.
The rain writes verses on the sill,
And I read them, and am still.
So let it fall, and fall again,
This tender grief, this sweet refrain.
For in the hush, I see you near,
The rain has made your shadow clear.
🎶🎶🎶
This song is a creation created by artificial intelligence (Suno).
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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:
Rain at the Window
The rain begins a hush, a sigh,
Soft fingers tapping lullabies
Upon the glass, a silver thread
Unraveling the thoughts I’ve shed.
The sky, in greys of woven mist,
Leans low as if it longed to kiss
The trembling earth, the waiting trees,
Now swaying slow with quiet ease.
That scent you know of moss and stone,
Of leaves that speak when left alone,
It pulls the soul through time and air,
To moments lost, and still held there.
I press my hand against the pane,
Feel echoes in each drop of rain.
They fall like words we never said,
Like glances passed and softly fled.
The world is blurred a water hue,
And I am here, and not, with you.
Your absence hums through every drip,
Like distant songs on parted lips.
Yet still, I love this aching peace,
This gentle weight that will not cease.
The rain writes verses on the sill,
And I read them, and am still.
So let it fall, and fall again,
This tender grief, this sweet refrain.
For in the hush, I see you near,
The rain has made your shadow clear.
🎶🎶🎶
This song is a creation created by artificial intelligence (Suno).