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Prompt:

Write a chorus that feels like a sudden burst of air in a still room — epic, unfolding, but grounded in the calm of two days of temporary freedom. The structure should climb emotionally and lyrically, never repeating lines, each one adding power. Use vivid, sensory imagery tied to freedom: bare feet on warm tile, sun stretching across an empty bed, time bending around you. End on a line that opens the sky. Immediately after, write a solo section — not in musical terms, but in scene: describe a wordless moment so vivid it feels like a dream, a cascade of memories or feelings crashing at once. Make it emotional, not technical. Think: “That second the breeze hit and you remembered your name.” This solo is the soul of the song, no words, no breath — just pure movement through space and memory. The whole piece should feel earned, expansive, and fleeting — like time itself just gave you two perfect days and then vanished.

Image:

Description:

The image captures a man standing on a beach at sunset, with the sun setting behind him. He is wearing a hoodie and appears to be enjoying the moment. The sky is filled with clouds, adding to the dramatic atmosphere of the scene. The man seems to be experiencing a sense of freedom and tranquility, as he stands alone on the beach, taking in the beauty of the sunset.

Songs:

Lyrics:

Title: Two Days of Sky
Tags: Emotional, Ethereal, Ambient, Storytelling

[Chorus]
Bare feet kiss the warm tile — the world hushes to listen.
Golden threads of sun unspool across the empty bed,
Time folds like linen, soft and endless in my hands,
I breathe and everything stretches — even the silence sighs.
One heartbeat, slow as a tide, swells wider than memory,
I walk through hours untouched, unsought, undemanded,
Shadows curl like cats around the chair legs — content, complete,
And I know the shape of joy in the sound of no one calling.
The light climbs higher, my skin remembers the wind,
Sky breaks open in a hush so deep it rings.

[Melodic Interlude]
The window’s open. A breeze slides in like a secret. The curtain lifts — slow, reverent. Outside, someone laughs in the distance, but it doesn’t reach me. I’m not here, not fully — I’m on a porch that’s gone, barefoot in sand, my grandmother’s perfume in the hallway, a hand I once held before I knew what I’d lose. No words, just the rise in my chest as the moment folds and refolds. That second the breeze hit and I remembered my name.