Old Ondra sat by the black and white keys
Composing sweet melodies with just a breeze
He scoffed at the notion of tech's grand rise
"AI can't capture our human sighs"
His fingers danced on ivories with such grace
Each note he crafted a warm embrace
"Creativity's not in circuits or codes
It's in the heart where real music bodes"
Ondra's melody a soulful cry
No machine can match that human high
He scoffs at silicon and steel
Only the human touch is real
"If a computer sings" Ondra would jest
"Can it feel a love song's gentle caress?"
He'd chuckle and shake his knowing head
"Real music lives it's not just read"
For years his music filled the air
With charm and wit beyond compare
Ondra's songs told tales so true
He knew machines could never do
Ondra's melody a soulful cry
No machine can match that human high
He scoffs at silicon and steel
Only the human touch is real
One day a pianist under the spotlight
Played a song that filled Ondra with fright
"That's my tune! But it's AI?"
A tear rolled down from his wondering eye
Ondra's melody a soulful cry
No machine can match that human high
He scoffs at silicon and steel
Only the human touch is real
Ondra's melody a soulful cry
No machine can match that human high
He scoffs at silicon and steel
Only the human touch is real