In Heavenly skies – Chillout, Cinematic, Dark Folk, Trip Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice) 30 June 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
In Heavenly Skies contemplates the invisible threads that bind us—to one another, to nature, and to the universe itself as individual lives dissolve into a greater current where thought, memory and matter continuously reshape one another. It is a meditation on unity, transformation and the enduring hope that every ending quietly gives rise to a new beginning.
The hum rocks stone Hurling all matter Handing the key to glory On silver platter The deaf muted alone
[Verse] The hum rocks stone hurling all matter hands glory’s key on silver platter The deaf and dumb are muted alone Their ears and mouth shape alternate tone
[Verse] Chests with air are ready for the race like the streams that slowly gather pace When joining deltas keep humming song Flowing into sea, we sing along
[Verse] You, me and she, sworn fraternity orchestrating silent symphony The throbbing bears genderless voices Roots of morrows sustain our choices
[Verse] She, he, are we a tree to sever more than eye can see, a bond clever? I dine on flood, follow you my rhyme? Do you really count my ageless Time?
[Chorus] Through thoughts we rise, propelled by bosom carving out in flow a new kingdom In Heavenly skies, new world to come Rotating, of all atoms the sum
[Verse] Red, Blue my blood, Purple are my veins In you hidden, I am what remains pale Lavender coloured are my stains Now see me escaping out of chains
[Verse] Within soft murmurs speak my blessing Deadly breath blown hard, remember ring reeks of hollows; mighty is the beast When served in plenty all is but feast
[Verse] As night bleeds end, serve wine in tavern for eyes to spend, bring me your lantern Till dawn, let us in supper rejoice in shadows of valleys confirm choice
[Verse] Of leftovers, remains of the day By will is deed done, never in clay We gather growing light from sunrise The hearts fed by rays gently surmise
[Chorus] Through thoughts we rise, propelled by bosom carving out in flow a new kingdom In Heavenly skies, new world to come Rotating, of all atoms the sum
## 🎧 SUNO SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 😎 Chillout version Dreamy Chillout, soft piano motifs, glowing synth layers, gentle heartbeat rhythm, lush reverbs In Heavenly skies – Chillout Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🎬 Cinematic version Cinematic ambient with haunting female vocals, reverbed piano, plaintive cello, slow emotional build-up and immersive atmospheric soundscapes In Heavenly skies – Cinematic Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌾 Dark Folk version Dark Folk, ritualistic strong female vocals, tribal frame drums, dulcimer, bowed cello, slow tempo, dark modal melody, haunting harmonies, mystical tension In Heavenly skies – Dark Folk Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌌 Trip-Hop version A hypnotic Trip-Hop interpretation blending haunting textures, introspective rhythms and atmospheric depth In Heavenly skies – 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 Chillout, Cinematic, Dark Folk and Trip-Hop influences.
This poem was inspired by a small exchange about abuse and how difficult it was to understand the victim’s stance. I therefore thought I should shed some light albeit in a poetic way from my own experience of how it happens and why one accepts it for so long. I guess it is simply the safe havens that we create which allow the experience to last, some sort of dissociation from what is happening in reality. I was not sure I should add this comment but I realised that the perspective of the subject of abuse seems really hard to grasp and readers don’t seem to have understood what this poem was about mainly. Perhaps my writing is too cryptic sometimes.
Just to reassure you, I am no longer in that kind of situation anymore and usually now smell abusers from a distance. In the self-preservation mode now, I have also severed relationships which might have been good but my principle has always been if he cannot control anger, bitterness or cannot handle stress, that is -even though slight and even though it may absolutely not be directed towards me – an indication that he has the potential of an abuser and I shy away even from that potential these days. Peace, kindness, compassion, humour and love are the only baggage I am willing to accept in any relationship and those who have not worked on themselves enough to have developed these traits are a total no-go for me, except in the cases of a friend in need of course.
The process of your own creation could be a distorted one if you do not listen carefully to the rain and do not understand correctly the synchronicities
Sacrifice is in leaving the greater for the greatest knowing the tool is not the task.
Silence – Vargo
Porspero’s books – opening crédits
Talking to Satie – Alessandra Celletti
Venez venez haine implacable – Gluck
Bliss – A Quiet Conversation
Giovanni Marradi – Just for You
Alessandra Celletti – I Discend to You, You Ascend to Me
The Sacrifice – Michael Nyman
Shatter me – Lindsey Stirling
Rumi – One Whisper of the Beloved
Voices of Infinity – Yakuro
Rumi – Gently, gently open your eyes
Vargo – The moment
On the Wings of Love – Fusion of Rumi and Hafiz poetry
You must be logged in to post a comment.