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.
With a bowing head
she welcomed the contrivance
her plan hid in mind
Fools thought her broken
She smiled at the morons’ schemes
her vengeance supreme
The arch in her brows
hiss of her inner being
only dunce ignores
Stellar detection
she examined first the clowns
The idiots stared
A flutter arose
In hearts of the compromised
The innocent woke
Prime numbers sashayed
The nerds ran helter-skelter
Her arms crushed their will
Reading of the poem:
« When you come to the edge of all of the light you’ve known and are about to drop off into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing one of two things will happen. You’ll have something solid to stand on or you’ll be taught to fly » Patrick Overton
He coughed and the blood brimmed at his lips. He was having a bad time hiding it today. Looking around warily he took his handkerchief out and slowly wiped the sides of his lips. He gazed at the stained kerchief and wondered whether someone would notice it before he could get rid of it. Rolling it into a small ball, he held it within his fist and slowly headed towards the crowd in front of the restaurant. This was the only place they were giving free meals in the neighbourhood and he did not want to miss the meal of the day.
When he reached the crowd, they parted slowly giving him space to move closer to the restaurant’s door. It was the usage when someone older joined the crowd and he realised that they were all much younger than him, newcomers. Only a couple of older men and women were now in front of him blocking the entrance to the restaurant. Nobody was really hungry from the look of it but they all were looking forward to the prospect of having an actual meal. Processing air for energy was enough to live on but some missed the old times when you could actually chew something and feel its warmth in your belly. The newcomers only came for the high and the laughs. They found it very funny to try getting energy the old way that their parents spoke about.
The passage to the restaurant slowly cleared up and he made his way to the counter. They were serving simili chicken broth as no animals were killed anymore. It was made of vegetables and a special DNA replicating mushroom that replicated the cells and therefore taste of whatever animal was on the menu. It was just a sort of wink to the old timers and their meat-eating days and a way of allowing them to have their preferences without hurting any living being on Gaia.
He took the bowl of broth and walked to an unoccupied high chair proceeding to eat hungrily. Realising that some people had started staring, he checked himself to appear less hungry and ate a little less eagerly. It would not sit well with the onlookers if they realised he was actually relying on the meal and not on the air transformation for his energy intake. The warmth of the broth consoled and placated him but it also stirred the fluttering. His chest heaved and he coughed again but this time a bit harder and a bit longer. His body lurched forward mouth spitting forth several bright red spots across his table and on the floor. His immediate neighbours retreated in panic moving swiftly away from him and the ones further away curled up their noses and mouths in disgust.
He realised there was no point concealing anymore and put the handkerchief to his lips dabbing them to wipe away the blood. There was a buzz around him and he realised they had called in the health squad. Two of them came towards him. Mr. Ricini said one of them softly. Yes, he answered realizing there was no point lying as they could sense his identity. We are sorry you are experiencing this and can help you put an end to it, pursued the soft-tongued health officer, Aron. I don’t want to put an end to it he said, I want to die. All the onlookers shrank back in surprise and disgust at the notion that someone would actively want to die. The officers looked at each other and then back at him. You cannot do that here Sir, said the other health officer.
Suddenly, the meaninglessness and abjection of it all hit him and he felt desolate as their wills pressed against his but he fought back. He was frantic to keep his own desire now that he had expressed it in open space. He laughed and the cough got worse. He stiffened and then suddenly lurched forward mouth spilling blood…
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