Based on my original pianopiece https://suno.com/song/7c1d2702-a170-4f2f-87d6-8bae8f6ba931 _________________________________________________ [Instrumental] When I wrote about the heat of summer the scorching summer weather; I thought at once how lazy is that scorching, really? What is the scorch in scorching summer weather? The sun that warms, and warms, and grows hotter still spontaneously bursting into flames from heat? May the adjective speak through a surreal sun? Then what is the brilliance in brilliant blue sky? The sky, omnipresent, drowned in blue fountain pen ink? Or may I write it that way though the sky’s already been written in truth? And what is the immense violence of the sea? Water swimming to stay afloat among fellow droplets, pressing down roughly over their heads with waves gasping for breath, in a death struggle of violence with foam on the lips? May it be mixed with a few lies, to set the immense to work in superlatives? May it be written in an immense tangle of words?
