Beneath the swirling shadows of the restless sea,
whispers carried on the wind, melodic echoes lost
to time's cascade, like sacred songs played in reverse.
In the depths of silence, a rhythm pulses
The beat of the moon, a clandestine dance
Who listens?, and who remembers?
Footprints on the shore, stories washed away,
yet the tide returns, insistent, a silent witness
to the melodies played in reverse, an ancient song.