i am very much alive
but i am somewhere
without internet
thank you for taking the time that it takes
to craft me this unique electronic message
love and peace and peace and love
jw
"Echoes in the Quiet"
In the stillness, where the heart compels,
I heard the words of Jesse Welles.
“I’m not gone, I’m alive somewhere,
With no connection but love to share.”
Frank Watkinson, with his weathered hand,
Strums a tune, just a granddad.
His songs of loss, his songs of cheer,
Carry us through another year.
Chorus:
Happy New Year, to hearts so near,
Through the chords of love, we persevere.
Peace and humanity, woven free,
In the echoes of authenticity.
In quiet corners, where light takes hold,
Frank’s guitar whispers tales untold.
With heartfelt honesty, his voice aligns,
A bridge between our broken times.
Jesse Welles wrote with words so kind,
A message etched in space and time.
“Peace and love, and love and peace,”
A gentle prayer for wounds to cease.
Chorus:
Happy New Year, to hearts so near,
Through the chords of love, we persevere.
Peace and humanity, woven free,
In the echoes of authenticity.
Frank’s resilience, Jesse’s grace,
Two voices bound by time and space.
In a fractured world, they help us see,
The healing power of melody.
So here’s to the songs that make us whole,
To quiet voices that stir the soul.
As the clock strikes twelve, we hold them near,
And sing together, “Happy New Year.”
Outro:
With peace and love, their songs resound,
In every heart, their echoes found.
Jesse and Frank, through years we see,
The timeless beauty of humanity.
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Frank replied to the AI written song:
You won't need me at all if AI keeps doing this.
I used Frank's one liner to have AI write the song below:
Write a 300+ word rhyming song with a heart felt sad tone using this reply from 71 year old singer/songwriter Frank Watkinson regarding the above song "Echoes in the Quiet": You won't need me at all if AI keeps doing this. "A Song They’ll Never Write" You say you won’t need me, not anymore, If AI takes the pen and walks through my door. But these lines I bleed, they come from pain, From broken hearts and love’s old refrain. No machine can sing what the soul must bear, The ache of longing, the weight of care. It won’t know the nights when I couldn’t fight, The tears that carved these songs I write. Chorus: You won’t need me at all, but they’ll never know, The cracks in the heart where the songs must grow. A melody born from the hurt I’ve seen, That’s a song they’ll never write, not even a machine. I’ve held the chords of a shattered past, Each note a moment I thought wouldn’t last. A song isn’t pixels or words on a screen, It’s the life we’ve lived, and the spaces between. Can a program dream of the life it’s lost? Does it feel the weight of what love might cost? Will it carry the burden of years gone by, Or hear the whispers of a last goodbye? Chorus: You won’t need me at all, but they’ll never see, The raw, aching truth that lives in me. A melody born from the hurt I’ve seen, That’s a song they’ll never write, not even a machine. Bridge: So let them try to craft the sound, Of memories lost, of love profound. But they’ll never touch what’s deep inside, The place where my truest songs reside. Outro: You say you won’t need me, but here I’ll stay, Strumming my heart in the old, quiet way. For a melody born from the hurt I’ve seen, That’s a song they’ll never write, not even a machine.
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Frank Replied: Well i won't ever sing it lol.
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