An example of when prose is so musical you can use it as a lyric, in this case a October 5, 1899 William James letter. The music is AI-generated with words more spoken that sung. I think it works well. What would James think? I like the dead-pan elocution of the word "tiny". *** 10/5/1899 Letter to Mrs. Henry Whitman: ...The land is bathed in greenish-yellow light and misty drizzle of rain. The little town, with its miniature brick walls and houses and nooks and coves and gardens, makes a curiously vivid and quaint picture, alternately suggesting English, Dutch, and Japanese effects that one has seen in pictures, all exceedingly tiny.... The land is bathed In greenish-yellow light And misty drizzle of rain The little town With its houses and coves Curiously vivid and quaint English, Dutch, and Japanese effects All exceedingly tiny