Sea StringsThe gentle foam reaches the end of the oceanI witness it loosely bear my reflectionAs I walk a step at a time at a sluggish and cautious paceThe further I go the less I have becomeA human foamA whiff of saltwater mistI plunge with an expectant thought That my hand would fondle the strings belowAn invisible and aquatic StradivariusAwaits with its bow at playThe pressure pounding at my earsThe dissonance prancing like the god PanIf I was comprehended then I shall play with a grinMy head tiltedMy thoughts in deep slumberThen if I may transform then let I be a sirenOr a creature in harmony with the waters belowTh