Ghosts of Sounds

[Verse 1] In a dimly lit room, shadows softly play, Musicians once gathered, now kept at bay. The piano's keys, once alive with touch, Now lie silent, missing the human clutch. [Verse 2] Melodies once woven with heart and soul, Now digitized rhythms take their toll. A symphony of circuits, cold and precise, Replacing the warmth with algorithms' device. [Chorus] Oh, the songs we used to know, With every note, emotions flow. Now they're gone, replaced by code, In this world where machines erode. [Verse 3] A saxophone's whisper, a trumpet's cry, Echoes of jazz that will never die. Yet in the silence, a digital hum, As AI takes over, the musicians succumb. [Bridge] The heart of music, in every beat, Now replaced by numbers, cold and neat. In the quiet of the night, we mourn, For the art and soul that’s been reborn. [Verse 4] In this future, where screens hold sway, Musicians' dreams slowly fade away. Their passion, their fire, a distant dream, Drowned in the rise of the AI stream. [Chorus] Oh, the songs we used to know, With every note, emotions flow. Now they're gone, replaced by code, In this world where machines erode. [Outro] So here's to the echoes, the ghosts of sound, The beauty of music that once was found. In every chord and every tune, We remember the art that left too soon.