Sisters, wash my body, take the wedding rings off my fingers— for where I go, there is no use for gold. Close my lids, put my rings in the pockets of my beloved— they will burn his clothes, gold is in his heart; diamonds are his tears. Where I go it's lonely, oh my beloved, don't you follow me. He who reigns there is lonelier still, He decides who He is, yet there is nothing and no one above Him. I decide too, and that is my earthly gift, but above there is shining, and whisper of stars and wind— are you sure you decided right? Sisters, wash my body, and close my lids, hear the sound of drums— it's my heart pumping blood, listen how it stops. Three of us are so lonely, oh my beloved, Him, and you, and me. And the rings turn dust. Oh, but love doesn't die, my beloved, hear the sound of drums? Hear the sound of trumpets? Hear the sound of flute, hear the sound of grass, hear the sound of silence. An exquisite sound of silence I sing for you.
I see your inclination towards a form of ballad... I don't know what to say. It's interesting. I love the last line, but the definition of "exquisite" seems too showy. But I can be wrong.
Interesting. I usually hate showy. But. You're probably right- if it was a sound of my voice. But seeing as I'm silent...now I get there. To something much better, where I shut up at last. I don't know how to explain. Felt natural when I wrote it. ("wrote" is a big word I just start mumbling like an old witch over a cauldron)
Like Mark Rico’s comment, I also think “beautiful” may be too small a word to hold this creation, Chen. And the sound of your voice is magical, casting a spell as you sing. Wonderful!
I wish it'd be my voice...it's some superidealized version of it. With all this range? ...I'd be a singer. I always wanted to sing, and I did, a lot, much to the chagrin of everybody who had some musical ear. Unless they loved me very very much:)
and they(this Suno) removed the accent and whatnot. But hey, it made me happy they did pick up all the words correctly, here's to small victories. ✨💫
Love rings a song sung to soothe the senses with heart beats starlight blinking.
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This is beautiful, Chen. That word may be too small for what you've created here, but it's the one that comes to mind.
Thank you so much, Mark. Too kind
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Transmuting grief into song..into gold
❤️🪄Thank you, dear Patris
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I see your inclination towards a form of ballad... I don't know what to say. It's interesting. I love the last line, but the definition of "exquisite" seems too showy. But I can be wrong.
Thank you, dear Larisa ❤️
Interesting. I usually hate showy. But. You're probably right- if it was a sound of my voice. But seeing as I'm silent...now I get there. To something much better, where I shut up at last. I don't know how to explain. Felt natural when I wrote it. ("wrote" is a big word I just start mumbling like an old witch over a cauldron)
thank you❤️
...huge thank you for the restack, Portia ❤️
Like Mark Rico’s comment, I also think “beautiful” may be too small a word to hold this creation, Chen. And the sound of your voice is magical, casting a spell as you sing. Wonderful!
Thank you, dear Paul 🩵
I wish it'd be my voice...it's some superidealized version of it. With all this range? ...I'd be a singer. I always wanted to sing, and I did, a lot, much to the chagrin of everybody who had some musical ear. Unless they loved me very very much:)
and they(this Suno) removed the accent and whatnot. But hey, it made me happy they did pick up all the words correctly, here's to small victories. ✨💫
Thank you..!
Well the Suno voice did a great job on your words, so I will imagine it is you, Chen. 😊
oh my, you shared it too? Thank you so much.
This is so beautiful - I am so glad I listened to the recording! Wow.
Thank you so much, Lisa
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This is absolutely beautiful, the poem and song!
Thank you so much🤍
And thank you for sharing it, Larry
You are welcome! B