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.
The rhythm is that of the wind against the fallen leaves like a banshee wailing. Her mind syntonises with it finally as she picks up pieces of the shattered glass in front of her. There is no saying how much time the wind will continue to blow relentless. Her mind blows with the wind, flying high in the sky gathering momentum. At the same time her body continues to mechanically operate on its own. She carefully stacks the pieces of shattered glass in front of her and starts her daily work of repairing the window pane again.
She must have repaired it a hundred times yet every sunrise, the storm strikes at the same place again with the tree breaking through the window instantly killing her husband yet another time. Every day she wakes up again with the agony of knowing that she will again witness the scene of her husband’s death. The torture of knowing that initially numbed by the pain of his horrific death all she will be able to do is pick up the pieces of the shattered glass and start repairing the window as if to negate that it happened at all pursues her daily. She lives dreading the moment of initial sunshine which once made both her husband and her so happy.
She realises that she will never be able to grieve the loss of her husband as by the time she has finished repairing the window it is night time again and she falls asleep, exhausted. The first days that it happens, she does not remember exactly what has occurred but is only left with a sense of foreboding. Upon waking up that sense of foreboding slowly grows throughout the first week although it remains quite hazy. As time goes by , however, memories of the day before play back with excruciating precision.
She usually wakes up already knowing what will happen and totally helpless as she watches the events unfold. All she can do is repair the window in a wild and desperate hope that the next time, maybe at least once, it will not give way as the tree comes crashing through. Some days she would work her fingers sore until the nails almost peel and her fingers bleed and yet the next morning she would wake up to perfectly manicured fingers, her stomach tense with the knowledge of the oncoming onslaught.
Her mind soars higher as her fingers work swiftly repairing the window pane. She feels the moment when the night descends softly around her body that falls back on the bed. She watches as she lies almost lifeless her breath ragged as she struggles to overcome the sleepiness. Yet the slumber slowly overcomes her and her breath becomes more peaceful. It is the darkest point of the night now. Soon the killer dawn will strike again. She watches the body of her husband turn around and embrace her body.
Something inside her chest expands and she feels it stirring her body as she looks onward. The sun is about to rise and the winds are still howling. Her mind continues its wild jig with the winds. She knows that as the sun rises the storm will pick up strength and the tree will fall over breaking through the window pane. Her mind stills itself as the winds continue howling. The first rays of the sun pierce the horizon.
She opens wide her mouth and as it slowly rises she finally swallows the sun and the storm slowly loses its strength. Darkness falls all around as heat scorches her mind. She can feel the light exploding throughout her skull. She clenches her jaws as her mind maintains its stranglehold on the sun. The tree never moves again. She rolls her tongue softly over the blisters on her tongue. In the darkness beside her she can hear the soft breath of her husband. She utters a soft sigh and turns toward him holding him tight.
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