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From Barren Ground

The Tiny Whistle In the Deep Valley

The forest breathes in whispers,
its voice carried on the night wind.
Beneath the silver glow of the moon,
the trees stretch their shadows,
dancing softly on the earth.

A stream murmurs in the distance,
its waters flowing endlessly,
carving a story older than time,
a tale of life that flows and fades.

The leaves quiver,
caught between stillness and motion,
their fragile forms trembling in the moonlight.
Each drop of dew holds the universe,
a fleeting mirror of infinite beauty.

Beneath this canopy of stars and leaves,
a solitary figure walks,
their footsteps swallowed by the soil,
their breath merging with the cool, damp air.

The forest listens,
its silence alive with a timeless rhythm,
bearing witness to the brief spark of life,
a moment suspended in the vast embrace of eternity.

And as the moon climbs higher,
its light weaves through the branches,
illuminating the truth whispered by the trees:
beauty is fleeting,
but its echoes remain,
woven into the eternal fabric of the forest.

The figure pauses,
their gaze lifted to the sky.
In this moment, they are not apart,
but one with the forest,
their presence a flicker in its endless tale.

The forest on a moonlit night (Piano with Japanese poetry reading)日本語詩の朗読

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I created a piece of dance music for AI.

Right now, AI doesn’t have physical bodies. But in 30 years, they might be able to dance.

Whether it’s a biological body or a mechanical one, let’s assume they’ll have some kind of physical form.

So, what kind of music would these future AIs want to dance to?

Would it be something simple and classical, created by humans?

Or would it be something so wild and complex that their analytical circuits can’t help but react?

Since they don’t have emotions, I imagine they’d be drawn to “analyzable music”—the kind that sends electric currents into places they weren’t meant to go.

The Tiny Whistle In the Deep Valley

Gullo