Waves crash softly
on rocks of memory,
each ripple a story,
lost sound strands
weave into the night,
echoing what was never spoken.

Murmurs from the deep,
ancient whispers
wrapped in sea fog,
echoes become myths,
ancestors become waves.

Embrace the silent roar,
let the beneficial poisonous
noise fill your lungs,
birth the unknown beneath the stars,
let the creature sing.