Now ready to dry – AI Song (Blues, Cinematic, Gospel Versions) | Suno AI (my lyrics, my voice) 3 May 2026
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## 🧠 ABOUT THE PROCESS
I transformed this original poem by adapting it into lyrics that were then used for an AI-generated song using Suno, featuring my voice. Below you’ll find part of the original poem, the revised lyrics, and the AI-generated musical version.
## 📜 ORIGINAL POEM
This poem reflects on the self’s exhaustion and eventual collapse under the burden of unyielding standards and the ceaseless demands placed on the mind.
Cascading thoughts fly Riveting performances meet my starry eye
[Verse] Combination of dances riveting performances encounter my starry eye as the cascading thoughts fly
[Verse] River of thoughts may conceal what bright fireworks reveal a universe in a sigh opened slow, it flows me by
[Chorus] Reach out stroking sad my hair your hands token of despair I am a bunch of flowers now ready to dry in hours
[Verse] A time out for slight banter A peal of suppressed laughter a sacrifice to the stars daily inquest into Mars
[Verse] Natural phenomenon unwinding my veils again Urgencies of mind dissolved observe me throughout absolved
[Chorus] Reach out stroking sad my hair your hands token of despair I am a bunch of flowers now ready to dry in hours
## 🎧 AI SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎸 Blues version A blues interpretation emphasising raw emotion and expressive character. Now ready to dry – AI Blues Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🎬 Cinematic version A cinematic interpretation emphasising atmosphere and emotional intensity. Now ready to dry – AI Cinematic Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🙏 Gospel version A gospel-inspired version focusing on expressive phrasing and spiritual depth. Now ready to dry – AI Gospel Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
## 🎼 ABOUT THESE VERSIONS
This piece has been interpreted across multiple musical styles using Suno AI, exploring how the same lyrics evolve through Blues, Cinematic and Gospel influences.
Multiply me in love - AI Song (Blues, Gospel, Indie Versions) | Suno AI (my lyrics, my voice) 19 April 2026
Image credit: Freepik.com
## 🧠 ABOUT THE PROCESS
I transformed this original poem by adapting it minimally into lyrics that were then used for an AI-generated song using Suno, featuring my voice. Below you’ll find part of the original poem, the revised lyrics, and the AI-generated musical version.
## 📜 ORIGINAL POEM
This poem reflects on the tribulations of being a giver in a world where being kind and generous is taken for a sign of weakness not strength often leading the giver to question themselves although they almost always prefer not to change.
Multiply me in love To the tune of tomorrow’s songs To the mind that never belongs To the unspoken hiss of sadness To the fever of every madness To the grass that banishes yellow To the heart of a weeping willow
[Verse] Multiply me in love to the tune of tomorrow’s songs to the mind that never belongs to the unspoken hiss of sadness to the fever of every madness to the grass that banishes yellow to the heart of a weeping willow
[Chorus] Multiply me in love for as the flowers in a garden bloom unbeknownst to beckoning gloom In the frenzy of meaningless acts of bodily though unearthly facts in the blindness of a lover’s gaze raising a glass to destiny’s haze I eat I
[Verse] Multiply me in love to the forever uncanny ending to time’s unrelenting mending to hope flickering, slight yet crisp to the ailing and falling dark wisp to the stillness of the entrance to the emptiness of all penance
[Chorus] Multiply me in love for as the flowers in a garden bloom unbeknownst to beckoning gloom In the frenzy of meaningless acts of bodily though unearthly facts in the blindness of a lover’s gaze raising a glass to destiny’s haze I eat I
[Verse] Multiply me in love to a time stored tight in yesteryear to the end of this bottomless fear to the hidden realms of forgiveness to restored familiar wilderness to a story whispered in a charm to the remorseless bite of harm
[Chorus] Multiply me in love for as the flowers in a garden bloom unbeknownst to beckoning gloom In the frenzy of meaningless acts of bodily though unearthly facts in the blindness of a lover’s gaze raising a glass to destiny’s haze I eat I
## 🎧 AI SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎸 Blues version A blues interpretation emphasising raw emotion and expressive character. Multiply me in love – AI Blues Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🙏 Gospel version A gospel-inspired version focusing on expressive phrasing and spiritual depth. Multiply me in love – AI Gospel Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🌿 Indie version An indie interpretation with a softer, reflective tone, incorporating Asian instruments for a distinctive sound. Multiply me in love – AI Indie Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
## 🎼 ABOUT THESE VERSIONS
This piece has been interpreted across multiple musical styles using Suno AI, exploring how the same lyrics evolve through Blues, Gospel and Indie influences.
As I proceeded with clearing more items for the move, I decided to post more of the artwork by my daughter, Léa.
She had made them for me when I was unwell and I had put them on the sides of the fridge next to the table so I could see them while I had my meals. Ever since I had them, they have always brought a smile to my lips when looking at them and thinking of the effort my daughter had put into making more than just one for me.
The down on her lips
bristled at the sight of them
they coloured street lights
Her peach lips curled up
her face mask of amazement
her blushing cheeks taut
Her muscles strained locked
moving into position
her body knelt down
Every fiber lit
she tore through blooming flowers
fresh grass met her feet
She watched them fearful
her cheeks aflush from the run
her hair in cascades
They reached out to her
features glowing in the dark
heads covered in fuzz
Reading of the poem:
Ed Sheeran - Bad Habits
Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly haiku challenge using the words “peach”, “fuzz” or their synonyms. More on the rules and other poets’ contribution here
Scalding memories
Blisters in the soul that wept
Abandoned all hope
Scorching sunlight dimmed
Shadows played with my mind’s eye
Dusk fell on the plains
A nightingale sang
Darkness covered the window
Black spiders shriveled
A flutter in heart
shaking off obscurity
Wild thoughts bloomed inward
Parched throat renewed odes
Charred flowers revived colours
The blackness withered
A staff split curtains
Shades of his heart shimmered through
Prince of Peace anew
Reading of the poem:
Prince of Peace Official Lyric Video – Hillsong UNITED
Hello everybody and I hope you are sound and safe at home or elsewhere.
This is my new attempt since a while with chalk. With everyone self-isolated or almost, it seemed like a good idea to start with this again.
The last time I drew with chalk was almost 3 years ago so I became rusty again at it. The chalk I ordered was quite small so difficult to maneuver and disappeared quite quickly but I hope you will like this all the same.
Stay blessed, stay safe until this whole thing blows over, hopefully in time to let us enjoy some spring.
The night exhaled the scent of jasmine into her nostrils. She opened her eyes and peered into the darkness. She could hardly make out the outline of the jasmine tree’s branches. The pot with the tree had been removed by a friend who had taken the jasmine tree but the branches clung to the little hedge and still flowered. It was a curious thing to ponder on really. How those flowers could still bloom and the leaves still stay green while the tree had been snipped away from them was another of the mysteries of life. She went back inside her room where the darkness was thicker and lay her head on the pillow. She would check tomorrow if the leaves had begun to wither finally and she would then disentangle them from the hedge and cast them away.
The next morning was a gloomy grey morning as the dust from an oncoming sandstorm piled into the skies. She went to check the hedge and surely enough after their display of frantic desire to survive the branches were going limp and some leaves had turned yellow. The flowers too seemed withered and forlorn. She wondered if she should take them off right now or wait for all the leaves to become yellow before she would throw them in the bin. Looking at those desperate branches made her think of the eventuality of what consciousness went through when the body came to pass. Did all people’s consciousness linger desperately for a while without a body trying to find a way back into this life or unlike the flowers did they just stop blooming and join the collective consciousness the minute the body’s time ended ?
The dust in the air thickened and she could feel her throat going hoarse as the particles invaded her nostrils and found their way into her lungs. She sneezed as the wind picked up moving more dust her way. The branches heaved on the hedge and some of the yellow leaves flew with the wind before it settled bringing them to the ground. She reached out into the hedge and started easing the branches off it. As she piled the leaves into a heap, the wind picked up again and the branches scattered all across the pathway. The sky grew darker as more sand flew with the wind walling off the sun’s rays. She continued easing off the branches and finally gathering them together she cast them into the bin outside the gate. As she entered the house she could still smell the wane scent of jasmine mingled with the unmistakable sandy smell of the dust in the wind.
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