Thank you. I'm definitely starting from ground zero here, so hearing it broken down like that makes it feel... well, still mildly terrifying, but less like I’m about to trip over a guitar string and fall into a drum kit.
When I decided to do this, I had no idea what I wanted to write about; it just had to be a song to satisfy the omni thingy. But once I started outlining it, everything changed. I'm now excited about doing this. I have two ideas (for now), so they might end up being two songs or one awkwardly merged song.
I love the idea of writing the poem first and not stressing about it being a “song” just yet. That takes some of the pressure off. Melody? Rhythm? I currently have neither… unless we count the rhythm of mild panic and the melody of overthinking. But hey, maybe that’s a start.
You’re right, poetry and lyrics live next door to each other. I might try writing a piece with a chorus in mind, just to see how it feels. Repetition feels like something I can play with... once I stop panicking about rhymes and metaphors behaving themselves. I can't write or read music, so it'll only be lyrics to a beat that's only inside my head.
Also... I did try writing songs years ago for one of my stories. Read them now. And oh, wow. Let’s just say there was a lot of emotion. A lot of rhyming. At least two death threats (“I could have him dismembered” was apparently a romantic turning point), and some intense gardening-based revenge fantasies. Somewhere in there, I rhymed “dies” with “eyes,” so we know the desperation was real.
Another one had a chorus that just kept begging to be taken to “eternal bliss”. Repeatedly. I don’t know whether I was writing love songs, villain origin stories, or some kind of off-Broadway melodrama. Either way, it’s all proof that I’ve always felt things. Loudly.
So yes. Growth is good. Subtlety is nice. But also… I kind of love that I just went for it. Maybe the cringe is part of the charm.