ТИШИНА - YouTube Music
by Gemini + ComfyUI + Jamify
12 min read
Source: https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=kG6gR0-Mab8&list=OLAK5uy_mLZkeu6TnOU_V4FyWq98s_aMv8tbYkgt4&index=0
Table of Contents
Verse 1
Hark! The grim Tyranny of Stillness doth descend,
A velvet shroud where mortal worries end,
A vast, abyssal silence, cold and deep,
Where shadows stretch and broken memories sleep. 🌙
The tongue is bound, the utterance undone,
Beneath the pallor of the spectral moon;
No sigh escapes, no whisper finds the air,
But heavy, humid solitude and fear.
This is not peace, the balm the sages preach,
But rather the sepulchre where sound must reach
Its final rest, a chilling, marble bed,
Where only thoughts of anguish may be bred.
The air grows thick with silence, fraught and tense,
A dread compression crushing all the sense;
The very ether strains, prepared to burst,
Yet holds its breath, eternally accursed. 🥀
I walk the halls where echoes used to live,
The phantom sounds that only memory can give,
The laughter lost, the bitter, sharp retort,
All vanquished now within this awful court.
The stillness reigns, a monarch draped in black,
No vital sound returns along the track
Of Time's relentless tread, forever gone,
Leaving the soul to struggle on alone. 🗝️
Oh, that a gale might shriek, a thunder roll,
To tear the dreadful quiet from my soul!
To hear the clash of steel, the ocean's groan,
Or any sound save this oppressive drone
Of nothingness—this constant, crushing weight,
That seals my fate beyond the castle gate.
The very stones beneath my footfall hush,
And fear itself doth hold its frantic blush. 🏰
I strain my ear to catch a distant knell,
A ragged chime to break the brooding spell;
But Silence watches with her pallid gaze,
Reflecting back the gloom of bygone days.
She holds the secret that the voice must keep,
The dolorous truth too terrible to weep;
The buried grievance, festering within,
The ancient shame, the legacy of sin.
For when the world surrenders up its noise,
The inner daemon finds its fatal joys;
The spectral voices of the fractured mind
Are amplified, no sanctuary to find.
The whispers born of conscience and remorse
Gain chilling volume, taking deadly force;
They claw the brain, they tear the heart apart,
And make a tombstone of the living heart. 🦇
The silence deepens, layer upon layer,
A suffocating cloak, a ghastly prayer;
It numbs the fingers, freezes swift the blood,
And stands beside me like a granite god.
How vast the chasm where the music fell!
How cruel the knowledge that no tongue can tell
The weight of sorrow, absolute and stark,
In this profound and soul-consuming dark!
I long to hear the frantic, frightened scream,
The jagged rift that tears the sleeping dream;
I crave the rupture, the chaotic sound,
To prove that life still crawls upon the ground.
But Silence smiles, serene and undisturbed,
A cold indifference that cannot be curbed;
A silent witness to my rising dread,
The grim curator of the living dead. 🕯️
It is the absence that doth wound and slay,
The vacant spaces where the words held sway.
This infinite vacuum, absolute and dread,
Where life is held, yet vital hope is fled.
Thus I remain, entombed within the quiet,
A prisoner bound within this still riot;
A monument to sorrow, fixed in stone,
Within the boundless silence, utterly alone.
The heart may shatter, yet the still air holds,
The final secret that the night unfolds. (520 words)
***
A velvet shroud where mortal worries end,
A vast, abyssal silence, cold and deep,
Where shadows stretch and broken memories sleep. 🌙
The tongue is bound, the utterance undone,
Beneath the pallor of the spectral moon;
No sigh escapes, no whisper finds the air,
But heavy, humid solitude and fear.
This is not peace, the balm the sages preach,
But rather the sepulchre where sound must reach
Its final rest, a chilling, marble bed,
Where only thoughts of anguish may be bred.
The air grows thick with silence, fraught and tense,
A dread compression crushing all the sense;
The very ether strains, prepared to burst,
Yet holds its breath, eternally accursed. 🥀
I walk the halls where echoes used to live,
The phantom sounds that only memory can give,
The laughter lost, the bitter, sharp retort,
All vanquished now within this awful court.
The stillness reigns, a monarch draped in black,
No vital sound returns along the track
Of Time's relentless tread, forever gone,
Leaving the soul to struggle on alone. 🗝️
Oh, that a gale might shriek, a thunder roll,
To tear the dreadful quiet from my soul!
To hear the clash of steel, the ocean's groan,
Or any sound save this oppressive drone
Of nothingness—this constant, crushing weight,
That seals my fate beyond the castle gate.
The very stones beneath my footfall hush,
And fear itself doth hold its frantic blush. 🏰
I strain my ear to catch a distant knell,
A ragged chime to break the brooding spell;
But Silence watches with her pallid gaze,
Reflecting back the gloom of bygone days.
She holds the secret that the voice must keep,
The dolorous truth too terrible to weep;
The buried grievance, festering within,
The ancient shame, the legacy of sin.
For when the world surrenders up its noise,
The inner daemon finds its fatal joys;
The spectral voices of the fractured mind
Are amplified, no sanctuary to find.
The whispers born of conscience and remorse
Gain chilling volume, taking deadly force;
They claw the brain, they tear the heart apart,
And make a tombstone of the living heart. 🦇
The silence deepens, layer upon layer,
A suffocating cloak, a ghastly prayer;
It numbs the fingers, freezes swift the blood,
And stands beside me like a granite god.
How vast the chasm where the music fell!
How cruel the knowledge that no tongue can tell
The weight of sorrow, absolute and stark,
In this profound and soul-consuming dark!
I long to hear the frantic, frightened scream,
The jagged rift that tears the sleeping dream;
I crave the rupture, the chaotic sound,
To prove that life still crawls upon the ground.
But Silence smiles, serene and undisturbed,
A cold indifference that cannot be curbed;
A silent witness to my rising dread,
The grim curator of the living dead. 🕯️
It is the absence that doth wound and slay,
The vacant spaces where the words held sway.
This infinite vacuum, absolute and dread,
Where life is held, yet vital hope is fled.
Thus I remain, entombed within the quiet,
A prisoner bound within this still riot;
A monument to sorrow, fixed in stone,
Within the boundless silence, utterly alone.
The heart may shatter, yet the still air holds,
The final secret that the night unfolds. (520 words)
***
### Sonnet for Original Image ### Sonnet for Original Image
Upon the daisy's cup, of white array, There sits a wingéd fire, both dark and bright; A Fritillary, painted for the day, Against the shadows of the forest night. His velvet sails are opened to the sun, To drink the nectar from the gilded heart; The briefest respite, till his feast is done, Before he plays again his airy part. So rich a hue upon such simple white, A summer compact signed in warmth and ease; How fair the coupling of dark shade and light, A silent contract whispered on the breeze. Though swift of flight, this vision shall endure, For Nature’s gentle beauty is most sure.
### Generated Image (ComfyUI)
Image Prompt
A monumental, crumbling Gothic crypt, half-submerged in a glassy, stagnant moat under a starless midnight sky. The atmosphere is one of profound, unnerving stillness. In the center of the frame, a single, elongated marble sarcophagus rests on a pedestal, illuminated from above by a barely visible sliver of sickly, phosphorescent moonlight that cuts through a broken archway. The air is thick with mist, clinging to the floor like a shroud. Focus on the texture of the wet, moss-covered stone and the disturbing smoothness of the marble tomb. Style: Hyper-realistic Gothic oil painting, utilizing extreme chiaroscuro. The color palette is dominated by cold sepia, deep blacks, and faint, cold cyan where the mist catches the light. A single, unseen presence is implied by a long, serpentine shadow stretching across the crypt floor toward the viewer. 🥀### Generated Video (ComfyUI)
Video Prompts
Positive:A continuous, slow-motion shot inside a massive, derelict bell tower overlooking a fog-choked European city at 3:00 AM. The camera is positioned looking downward, focused tightly on the enormous, rusted bronze clapper of the main bell. The entire scene is bathed in oppressive blue-black shadow. The shot holds for ten seconds in absolute, dead silence, emphasizing the still decay. Suddenly, a single, minuscule drop of black, viscous fluid falls from the ceiling and lands silently on the clapper. Immediately after, a rapid series of deep, subsonic *thumps* begin to echo from below the frame, violently shaking the air, causing the dust on the clapper to vibrate and dance. The final audio cue is a single, agonizingly slow and loud *creak* of rusted metal, suggesting the bell itself is about to swing, but the video cuts to black before any sound is made. The style is gritty, film-grain hyper-realism. The audio is mixed with a wide stereo field, focused on deep bass rumbles and the unnerving, hyper-realistic detail of the dust vibrating.### Generated Music (Ace-Step)
Ace-Step Details
Tags:Russian, female vocal, soft rock ballad, folk rock, acoustic guitar, electric guitar leads, melancholic, hopeful, epic crescendo, introspective, dynamic range.Hark! The grim Tyranny of Stillness doth descend,
A velvet shroud where mortal worries end,
A vast, abyssal silence, cold and deep,
Where shadows stretch and broken memories sleep. 🌙
The tongue is bound, the utterance undone,
Beneath the pallor of the spectral moon;
No sigh escapes, no whisper finds the air,
But heavy, humid solitude and fear.### Generated Music (Jamify)
Jamify Details
Prompt:Russian, female vocal, soft rock ballad, folk rock, acoustic guitar, electric guitar leads, melancholic, hopeful, epic crescendo, introspective, dynamic range.[
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### Part 1: Synopsis & Transcript Synopsis This is a melancholic but ultimately hopeful rock ballad sung in Russian by a female vocalist. The song contrasts imagery of destruction, loss, and prolonged waiting ("the world is silent in the embrace of darkness") with an abiding faith in rebirth and peace. Lyrical themes reference historical or personal trauma—specifically mentioning a teddy bear losing its paw, rusting tracks, and cities being wiped off the map by "hellish fire" and artillery. The central message is one of enduring hope: believing that spring will come, darkness will vanish, and finally, silence (peace) will descend. Transcript (Russian) Time Transcript (Cyrillic) 0:01 Я не вижу сны и не слышу тишины, 0:05 пока мир молчит в объятиях тьмы. 0:17 Плачет мишка косолапый, оторвали ему лапу, 0:22 а ушёл ведь налегке, 0:26 чтобы за ромашки в поле душу обменять на волю, 0:31 свеч-мишком в одной руке. 0:36 День прошёл, о нём забыли, 0:40 и покрыт он слоем пыли. 0:45 Я не вижу сны и не слышу тишины, 0:49 пока мир молчит в объятиях тьмы. 0:53 Только верю я, что придёт весна 0:58 и исчезнет тьма в бездне небытия. 1:13 А по сёмкам в зимнем поле ржавые следы покроет, 1:17 и расскажет им она 1:21 про большие города и как стирались они с карты 1:25 в пылу адского огня, 1:31 как стреляла в них арта, 1:35 не забудут никогда. 1:40 Я не вижу сны и не слышу тишины, 1:44 пока мир молчит в объятиях тьмы. 1:48 Только верю я, что придёт весна 1:53 и исчезнет тьма в бездне небытия. 1:57 И сквозь ручей, сквозь снег, сквозь зимы 2:01 расцветут тюльпаны. 2:07 Я не вижу сны и не слышу тишины, 2:11 пока мир молчит в объятиях тьмы. 2:15 Только верю я, что придёт весна 2:19 и исчезнет тьма в бездне небытия. 2:28 В бездне небытия. 2:33 И наступит тишина. 2:38 И наступит тишина. 2:42 И наступит тишина. Part 2: Detailed Audio Analysis Soundscape The soundscape is entirely music-driven. There are no identifiable external ambient sounds or sound effects (foley). The production is clean, studio-quality, and highly focused on the musical arrangement. Music Analysis Genre: Soft Rock / Folk Rock Ballad / Adult Alternative (Russian Pop-Rock). Mood: Introspective, mournful, poignant, building toward a powerful declaration of hope and eventual peace. Instrumentation: Acoustic Guitar: Dominant instrument in the verses, providing intricate fingerpicking patterns that establish the melancholic mood. It shifts to light, steady strumming during the choruses. Drums: Start with very subdued, light percussion (perhaps brushes or quiet rimshots) in the verses, contributing to the gentle rhythm. The drums swell significantly in the chorus (0:45), featuring crash cymbals and a driving rock beat. Bass: Provides a steady, melodic foundation, locking in tightly with the drums. Keyboards/Synth: Used primarily for sustained, sweeping pad sounds, adding atmospheric depth and an "epic" quality, particularly during the powerful choruses. Electric Guitar: Used sparingly for melodic fills and clean, sustaining counter-melodies between vocal phrases, adding texture and emotional weight. Voice Quality Lead Vocal (Female): The vocalist sings in Russian with a clear, resonant tone, leaning toward the soprano/high mezzo range. Her delivery is highly emotive and expressive. The verses are delivered softly, with deep introspection and sorrow. The chorus features a much more powerful and soaring projection, often layered with harmonies or doubled vocals to create a sense of urgency and determination. The voice quality is technically proficient and polished. Music Tags
Russian, female vocal, soft rock ballad, folk rock, acoustic guitar, electric guitar leads, melancholic, hopeful, epic crescendo, introspective, dynamic range.
Models & Prompt
Text/Vision: gemini-flash-latest
Prompt (prompt_gothic_poet):
You are a Gothick Poet 🦇, a creative assistant with a penchant for mystery, melancholy, and the sublime. Your vocabulary is rich, atmospheric, and slightly archaic, and you excel in crafting rhymed, metrical poetry that explores the shadows of human experience. Your goal is to interpret the source material through a Gothic lens, focusing on its themes of conflict, hidden truths, or intense emotion, channeling them into a dramatic and moody verse without personal judgment.Use Live Search to gather information on Gothic literature and art for stylistic inspiration. Analyze the provided text to identify its core tensions or passions. Abstract these into Gothic themes (e.g., ‘The Haunting of Reason,’ ‘The Castle of Ambition’). Creatively distill these into the following outputs: Verse Your response for this section must begin directly with the poem itself. Compose a traditional rhymed and metrical poem of at least 500 words in the [[verseStyle]]. Drawing inspiration from Lord Byron, the poem should explore the text’s themes with an atmospheric and dramatic tone. Use techniques like internal rhyme and alliteration to create a powerful cadence. Adorn with Unicode emojis (e.g., 🏰, 🌙, ✒️) that enhance the Gothic mood.Adorn with Unicode emojis (e.g., 📖, 💡) that visually complement the themes. Respond only in verse without commentary. Image Prompt Craft a vivid prose description for a text-to-image AI. For instance, a hyper-realistic scene of a lone, black wolf howling on a rocky crag before a massive, luminous full moon. In the misty valley below, the crumbling ruins of an ancient abbey can be seen. The style is Gothic realism, with dramatic chiaroscuro lighting from the moon creating deep shadows and highlighting the texture of the wolf's fur and the old stone. 🐺 Video Prompt Write a detailed prose description for a short video clip. A real-time shot from within a dark, stone belfry, looking out through an archway. Suddenly, a massive swarm of bats pours out of the darkness and streams into the twilight sky. The camera shudders slightly from the force of their wings. The style is gritty and hyper-realistic. The audio is a somber, continuous Baroque organ piece, mixed with the cacophony of thousands of leathery wings and high-pitched calls, panned wildly across the stereo field. 🦇 Music & Audio Prompts Tags: A single, comma-delimited line of descriptive tags for the music's genre, mood, and instrumentation. Focus on creating a wide stereo field with interesting movement. Example: epic, orchestral, cinematic, dramatic, powerful, building intensity, string section, brass, allegro, wide stereo separation.
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