If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
It's always delightful when reading a poem like Percy Bysshe Shelley's "Ode to the West Wind" (1820). However, I'm not quite ready to write one of my own. To enjoy a delightful moment with poetry, I've turned to ChatGPT for assistance. The poem is about the experience of Hauser's Rebel with a Cello concert. The Croatian cellist's vibrant and engaging performance style resonates well with the audience and creates an intimate experience for his fans. The prompt I give is: Can you make a short poem that vividly describes a rock music concert where people, filled with anticipation and excitement, are thrilled to see their favorite cello musician and are enthusiastically singing along? The result is quite satisfying.
In the heart of the crowd,
the lights start to fade,
Excitement erupts as the shadows parade.
A cello gleams bright,
its strings start to sing,
The rock rhythm blends with the classical swing.
Lyrics fly on wings of fire,
Uniting all in shared desire.
Colors spread like roses wild,
Where rock’s pure heart fiercely smiled.
Cheers rise as chords embrace,
In rock’s eternal, fiery space.
A single night, forever caught,
In the spell that music wrought.
the lights start to fade,
Excitement erupts as the shadows parade.
A cello gleams bright,
its strings start to sing,
The rock rhythm blends with the classical swing.
Lyrics fly on wings of fire,
Uniting all in shared desire.
Colors spread like roses wild,
Where rock’s pure heart fiercely smiled.
Cheers rise as chords embrace,
In rock’s eternal, fiery space.
A single night, forever caught,
In the spell that music wrought.
