Whispering rhythms interlace with the dark currents,
Dormant songs sleep among ghostly kelp stands,
Listless dreams stitched to tide-crowded notes.
Beneath the brine, a haunting echo wanders.
Reveal the echo's secret
The melody draws lines between silence and the myriad of whispers,
Each wave a syllable, each crest a call to the unseen depths,
Seaweed's touch, both enraptured and unsettling in its embrace.