Inside there is a soft glow – Cinematic, Gospel, Trip Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice) 19 July 2026
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## 🧠 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
Inside there is a soft glow is a meditation on the quiet radiance that survives beneath life's wounds, doubts and forgotten dreams. The poem explores the gradual expansion of the heart as it rediscovers wonder, sheds inherited limitations and opens itself to deeper communion with the unseen. It reminds us that the greatest transformations often begin not with blazing revelation, but with the gentle light that has always been waiting within.
The ship sails The fallen sea wails Burnt willows My pillows Embers flushing on my cheek Glistening tears of meek
[Verse] The fallen sea wails, burnt willows The ship sails, my head on pillows Embers flushing red on my cheek where lie glistening tears of meek
[Verse] Resurrect the Enchanted Times filled with magic read through my rhymes Under the new moon, stand erect Shaking off the dust of neglect
[Verse] Of stardust, of the falling light Of dwarfed remnants of the lost might Silver trails hovering within Earthen reckonings, hope drawn thin
[Chorus] Twined, free Hummingbirds, we sing low Frail, inside there is a soft glow As heart grows, it expands in bricks Feet strike three, the Dawn strikes at six
[Verse] Wing that sings over the rooftops Night kissed flight, knight in gale who hops The feathers strewn a path of clues Daydream bright, withered chains to lose
[Verse] Twirl me slow through the waking tides Peace blossoms while the Horseman rides Multiply fast where he divides Our bosom anchor, secret bides
[Chorus] Twined, free Hummingbirds, we sing low Frail, inside there is a soft glow As heart grows, it expands in bricks Feet strike three, the Dawn strikes at six
## 🎧 SUNO SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎬 Cinematic version Cinematic ambient with haunting female vocals, reverbed piano, plaintive cello, slow emotional build-up and immersive atmospheric soundscapes Inside there is a soft glow – Cinematic Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🙏 Gospel version A gospel-inspired version focusing on expressive phrasing and spiritual depth. Inside there is a soft glow – Gospel Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌌 Trip-Hop version A hypnotic Trip-Hop interpretation blending haunting textures, introspective rhythms and atmospheric depth Inside there is a soft glow – 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 Cinematic, Gospel and Trip-Hop influences.
I was doing some menial witchcraft work using the white arts to help a friend and got interrupted a few times by the bell including once by Jehovah’s witnesses who were attempting to convert me or so I thought. I said I was not of Christian faith which is not entirely true, nor is it entirely false. I used to say I believed in humanity before but with the idiotic stance of most these days and the unrelenting quest for more horrors of some, my faith in humanity is dwindling and I struggle to believe.
I decided to start painting again to ease my mind of more complex matters and halfway through just mixing the paints, I realized that the colours were a bit dark. I carried on, however, before realizing that you should not paint when you are irritated or angry because that gets carried into what you are painting. I thought I should publish it all the same, even though it stood at stark odds with my previous paintings and drawings.
And as always, mixing the visual, sometimes the spoken but always an audio of the moment, I give you a song which seems quite suited to my painting.
When she had first started using the shamanic gift on a large scale to summon rains she had known that this would happen according to the Ancient magic rules. These dictated that whatever the outcome in the immediate physical it would be replicated within one year or up to eighteen months from the time the ceremony was carried out thereby molding consciousness at that time. This was known as the frontal projection of the consciousness stream and required the shaman to separate from his/her physical self and stay astral during the intended time. Conversely, in a backward timeloop, one had to make the astral body go three years before the present time to carry out a shamanic ceremony that would affect the present.
Initially, she was meant to migrate from her current city to a special place called Alice Springs. She had pondered about it when the city had come out as a result of her dowsing ceremony as she did not know what this meant. It was then that she realized that there existed an Alice Springs and it was in Australia. By coincidence her own helper was dreaming of going to Australia but rather to Sydney than anywhere else. She thought that consciousness combined with her spells should take her to Australia then in astral form if not in the flesh.
At first, she realized that it was the fires of the phoenix that had been let out in the combined consciousness and to combat the ensuing drought-like state it was necessary to summon the rains. Her location was quite far from the regions affected but she knew that consciousness could carry through the shamanic trance joined with the witches’ spell if she released them within the right level of consciousness and at the right moment for them to manifest.
She knew that GAIA’s program was to regenerate herself by reducing what she considered weeds spread amongst her beautiful flowers. As a good gardener knows, if a beautiful patch of the garden is contaminated by weeds or by parasitic flowers, it is necessary to sacrifice patches of those flowers to save the whole garden. As a result GAIA had decided to wipe out many of what she considered weeds and that were in effect human beings. She did not consider them as more important than others because humans had long lost their connection to GAIA. She decided to do this in the region that lent itself the most to this and entire cities in Australia had suffered raging fires. The shamanic trance and combined witches’ spell helped with bringing some relief with the rains to the lands although it was insufficient as not enough levels of consciousness were drawn in by the worded intention. In short, the magic was diluted…
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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