The well calls me – Dark Cinematic, Ethereal Gospel, Trip Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice) 28 August 2026
Image credit: George Redhawk
## 🧠 ABOUT THE PROCESS
I transformed my original poem by adapting it into lyrics that were then used for a song generated using Suno, featuring my voice. Below you’ll find part of the original poem, the revised lyrics, and the musical version.
## 📜 ORIGINAL POEM
The Well Calls Me journeys through grief into a space where absence and presence begin to dissolve. A lost loved one returns through memory, dream and nocturnal visitations, while the boundaries between body and spirit, descent and ascent, become fluid. Within the depths of the well waits another kind of light where love survives separation and what has vanished in form reveals its enduring essence.
Your shadow’s light It beckons to me Through the waning open walls Dividing the space Separating our hands
[Verse] Your shadow’s light beckons to me Through the waning open walls, free Dividing the space, it expands in space, separating our hands
[Verse] Reprimands, all things lose power as your urging mind calls higher A token of grace within light Recovery of higher sight
[Verse] Iridescent Nights unveil you My flesh your choice pasture anew Your visits transforming me ghost as you dwell daily nighttime host
[Verse] Do you remember melodies They sang in our joyous hearts ease I watched numb as grief seeped through then, as you climbed the stairs to heaven
[Chorus] The well calls me as trees grow tall like ravens from dreams I recall I fall into the waters grown around liquid grave’s dark to own
[Verse] Buried in soul melodies ring as I thrive sheltered by your wing Deeply shielded in your embrace we fly in night skies' silken trace
[Verse] Upwards downwards, journeys take turns The maps lost in Time as heart yearns When innocence drew straits that flit revolving dissolving paths lit
[Verse] The walls closing hold you within this house of cards that tumble thin As the paint peels off old substance revealing your truest essence
[Verse] Gleaming presence, spiralling flight we ascend, You me and the Light Nothing compares to your face, hark I dive into your shining spark
[Chorus] The well calls me as trees grow tall like ravens from dreams I recall I fall into the waters grown around liquid grave’s dark to own
## 🎧 SUNO SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎬 Dark Cinematic version Dark Cinematic ambient with haunting female vocals, reverbed piano, plaintive cello, slow emotional build-up and immersive atmospheric soundscapes The well calls me – Cinematic Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🙏 Ethereal Gospel version Ethereal Gospel, contemplative spiritual vocals, gentle piano, warm organ, ambient strings, deeply reflective, inspiring and uplifting. The well calls me – Ethereal Gospel Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌌 Mystical Trip-Hop version A hypnotic Trip-Hop interpretation blending haunting textures, introspective rhythms and atmospheric depth The well calls me – Trip-Hop Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
## 🎼 ABOUT THESE VERSIONS
This piece has been interpreted across multiple musical styles using Suno, exploring how the same lyrics evolve through Dark Cinematic, Noir Jazz and Trip-Hop influences.
She had always known she was a white witch, but it was only recently that she had found out that she was also a shaman. The knowledge had come to her after a particularly striking episode when she had been dancing to trance music and had experienced a shamanic journey into another world. She never consumed drugs so knew that there had to be truth to that journey. It was a world where spirits walked in fumes with nothing separating them from other human beings. She had looked around her in the night club and nobody else seemed to be noticing the spirits yet all of them were dancing to the same music she was dancing to.
She looked around her fascinated. The stroboscopic lights cast around filled the fumes of the spirits with various lights making them look like rainbows disintegrating on the dance floor. She wondered what the spirits were doing in the night club. Were they not meant to be somewhere more peaceful, she thought? One spirit seemed to realize that she was looking right at it and not through it and came up close to her. She was not sure she felt comfortable enough this close to it and raised a hand. It went right through the spirit who laughed. It was not a wicked laugh, just a friendly amused one. She laughed back. They were not as terrible as many made them to be. They only wanted to be part of this world just like us, she thought.
That was all before she discovered the extent of the Shamanic gift. How it could allow her to summon either the raven’s rains or the fires of the phoenix. That was before she discovered that the combination of the witch capacities and the shamanic gift could help mold consciousness itself
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