There is a little poem by Charlotte Brontë, ‘The House Was Still’:

The house was still – the room was still
‘Twas eventide in June
A caged canary to the sun
Then setting – trilled a tune

A free bird on that lilac bush
Outside the lattice heard
He listened long – there came a hush
He dropped an answering word –

The prisoner to the free replied

But sadly, what he replied we will never know. The poem breaks off there. At least when written in 1915. 
"We will never know" ... until now. I took these sentences and shamelessly asked AI to continue the story. Here is the result as Folk & Singer-songwriter tune.

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Being musician and artist "since ages", the last two decades and all the developments in digital music broadened my interests and activities in doing music actively and passively. Not being shy of any genre (OK, leave off some Punk and Extreme Metal derivates) I engage in composing, arranging, mixing and collaborating. 

Oh, and I do all my artwork and designs as well. And as you may notice I regard AI as a friendly helper.

Have a few looks & listens into my repertoire and eventually gain some insights. I'm always open for collabs if the the interests match ...

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