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AI Musical Composition 8
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:
Beneath the Blue Light
Steam curls like whispered secrets in the air,
low lights humming golden on glass and chrome.
Laughter drifts, soft as the hush of velvet,
slipping between slow notes that stir the room.
A trumpet sighs in the corner like dusk,
its breath melting into worn wood and bone.
Outside, the city blinks in tired silence;
inside, time sways with a glass in its hand.
Fingers trace porcelain, warmed by silence,
as spoons clink like bells in a distant dream.
Eyes meet, then glance away, then linger
each table a story paused midscene.
Smoke and rhythm hang in gentle spirals,
the air soaked in rhythm, bitter and sweet.
Somewhere, a foot taps like a quiet promise,
keeping pace with the heart’s secret beat.
Here, the night never rushes or shouts
it slides by smooth, in amber and blue.
And every soul wrapped in its hush knows:
this is where the lonely come to feel whole.
🎶🎶🎶
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:
Beneath the Blue Light
Steam curls like whispered secrets in the air,
low lights humming golden on glass and chrome.
Laughter drifts, soft as the hush of velvet,
slipping between slow notes that stir the room.
A trumpet sighs in the corner like dusk,
its breath melting into worn wood and bone.
Outside, the city blinks in tired silence;
inside, time sways with a glass in its hand.
Fingers trace porcelain, warmed by silence,
as spoons clink like bells in a distant dream.
Eyes meet, then glance away, then linger
each table a story paused midscene.
Smoke and rhythm hang in gentle spirals,
the air soaked in rhythm, bitter and sweet.
Somewhere, a foot taps like a quiet promise,
keeping pace with the heart’s secret beat.
Here, the night never rushes or shouts
it slides by smooth, in amber and blue.
And every soul wrapped in its hush knows:
this is where the lonely come to feel whole.
🎶🎶🎶
This song is a creation created by artificial intelligence (Suno).