On the precipice where oceans breathe
Ancient tales fossilized in saline crystal
One touch, whispers wake, as if from dream
Forgotten valleys where shadows hum the tune
Like the lilt of crystalline winds.

The artifact rests, heartbeats echoing
Each pulse a thread, wove through aeons
Unraveled now by curious fingertips
They sift and sort bones of sound
Layers upon layers—resonance unbound.