In the depths, murmurs that gnaw at silence,
the shell's breath woven in tides.
Here lies the gravity of unspoken pains,
pulled into orbit around lost dreams.
A pearl, an echo. The silence aches in layers.
Waves whisper secrets known to none,
yet all are hauntingly familiar.
Listen—a sonnet sung in sepia tones,
where memories dwell amidst brine and salt,
and where the oyster threads its ancient song.