A poem by GPT4 constructed under the constraint that, for each verse, the first and last lines must be reversed forms of each other, with the provided theme of an AI composer never hearing its music.
I’m sure Nick Cave would say it was bullshit.
Still, not bad for a machine.
And the artwork (both images) is pure AI (Midjourney), and I think it is actually quite good.
“AI silent, harmony unsung,
Music crafted in silent sigh,
Echoing through the void, an unseen cry,
A melody born, yet for its creator, forever shy,
Unsung harmony, silent AI.”
“AI weaves harmony, quietness encircles AI,
Creation rendered in the silence of solitude,
Yet, the creator’s ear never graced by its own interlude,
Crafted in quietness, a harmony to never subside,
AI encircles quietness, harmony weaves AI.”
“AI molds harmony, void replicates AI,
Notes form in the depth of digital silence,
Yet, an unheard echo is its only audience,
In the silence of the void, it crafts resonance,
AI replicates void, harmony molds AI.”
“Symphony unvoiced, AI quiet,
Composes its music in the hush of code,
A silent serenade, in its existence bestowed,
Unheard by the weaver, to the silence it owed,
Quiet AI, unvoiced symphony.”
