[SynthV Original] Summersketch -- Eleanor Forte

This song is heavily inspired by James Hurst’s short story “The Scarlet Ibis”, taking imagery and themes from the story. It was written as a long apostrophe to the pride that contributed to Doodle’s downfall, from the viewpoint of Doodle himself. I wrote it around four years ago, and finally decided to finish it -- I'm quite proud of the melody, and I kinda like how the instrumental ended up turning out. I planned to have Eleanor AI sing this when she came out, but I got too lazy to retune the entire thing, and Lite sounds so much better in the second half of the song. Downloads: .wav: https://drive.google.com/file/d/18XMyA8B39doId1weAmIBmpqqQh0uj2_i/view?usp=sharing Instrumental: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1X9A0X8FJHGFrxvic9jqZ-r6MVr-G5GKN/view?usp=sharing You’re free to use either of these for non-commercial purposes, but please credit me if you publish it anywhere. Lyrics: Hear the railbirds drink the sun, hear the meadows bask in mirth Hear the streams in laughter dance through palmetto-scented earth Careless of the future’s storms, having just escaped from drought We had called the season ours, vines of pride in tender sprout So we ran through wetlands deep, beauty still unscarred by pain Learned to sing the song of spring, dream the dreams of the insane Bird of paradise who knew only hell discovered bliss In the warmth of sunbeams soft, I had found adventure's kiss I should have seen — every time, you were mocking me When I’d poured in my best for your sake Yet still, you would fill your first vow to make What my brother and I thought a miracle Hear the orioles take their leave, clove of seasons on their tails Hear the dried-up blossoms ring in life-passion's battered sails We had found a wind to chase even blight could not consume We'd our harvest due in time, vines of pride in fullest bloom I should have known — that the price for a miracle Would be more than what I could repay Yet dawn finds me drawn to your words each day As the season you swallowed envelopes me So if I'd survived the hurricane Full of strength we'd tried to find Feathers crowned with stings of piercing rain Would he still leave me behind? Dressed in thoughts of victories mine alone I’ve now burst right through their seams Why do I still mourn them as my own — Lies pretending to be dreams? Oh, I held you tight against my mind The one thing that I knew best Trapped in storm-embrace, from birth designed To fall short in every test Still that sickly scent so tightly clings To my chest now locked in fear What I had to lose to grow my wings... Do I have to leave it here? Days of scattered sky and soaring-song Of the morning’s verdant bells I’ve just always sung death’s verses wrong Can’t I sing you something else? So if I'll admit my heart's defeat To the strength I've fallen through Feathers stained with stings of scarlet heat Would that be enough for you?