In the depths of thought
where ideas whirl and meld,
the mind finds itself
amidst shimmering outlets.

Here, parchment absorbs oceans,
each note an echo suspended
in liquid time and invisible ink.

Can you hear the whispers?
Hydro-symphonies dance
upon the threshold of dreams.

Consider the endless current
as it reads you, writes you,
unfurling stories like seaweed
in a breathless immersion.