Songs evoke emotions, sometimes the silence of words is enough while the musical notes take shape and life, however, there can also be a poem that accompanies the message... like this one:
Everyday actions
City lights blur in puddle streams,
She walks alone with quiet dreams.
Umbrella high, coat pulled tight,
The rain taps out her thoughts tonight.
Her work is done, the edits closed,
Manuscripts and typos ghost.
She hurries on through dusky air,
With stories waiting in her chair.
And she’s counting the steps to the front porch light,
Where a book on the table waits in the night.
Gift-wrapped in love from a man far away,
Who always calls at the end of her day.
Raindrops fall but she’s not alone
With umbrella, she’s almost home.
She passes cafés glowing gold,
Familiar faces, stories told.
A quiet smile beneath the brim,
Her thoughts drift gently back to him.
He’s sorting through his family storm,
While she keeps their small world warm.
Every night, the same sweet ring,
“Tell me love, how was everything?”
And she’s counting the steps to the front porch light,
Where a book on the table waits in the night.
Gift-wrapped in love from a man far away,
Who always calls at the end of her day.
Raindrops fall but she’s not alone
With umbrella and pages, she’s almost home.
She reads his note inside the spine:
"Every chapter, yours and mine."
She whispers words he made her see
A world of fiction, and honesty.
Now she’s under the porch in the soft porch glow,
Shaking the rain off, heart in tow.
A kettle hums and the pages sigh,
She’ll hear his voice when the clock strikes nine.
Raindrops fall but love has grown
With umbrella, pages and love for her husband.
She came home...
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The lyrics to the song are mine.
The sounds and voice were created by artificial intelligence.

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