The Ocean heavy and large
Was charged with so much power
He could so easily devour
Any ship, boat or barge.
Yet, kind by nature and calm
He relished the thought of being gentle
So on meeting a wave he got sentimental
And softly he spoke like a lamb:
“You are so light and musical
And between your every splash
There is a profound moment of hash
Which is truly therapeutical!”
“What a strange thing to say
When in fact my gentle crash
Is the celebrated part of my splash,
Sir, I bid you good day!”
“Not so fast, don’t ebb
You must still admit
That in fact silence is sweet!
In the vast musical web.”
“I mustn’t and I won’t.
Next you’ll be telling me that my swash
Isn’t the most beautiful when I awash
On the warm beach… so please don’t
Even trouble yourself to explain
How clear water resembles crystal pure
For I always wonder how it can endure
Being so still and to so remain!”
“For a thing never still
Which adores change,
I find it strange
You are stubborn, dear!
Yet, you will agree, being wise
There is value in silence and things everlasting
So to continue this conversation fantastic
Let us compromise.”
“Very well! You can stay still while I move
I will compose the music of swash and splash
To which you can add a bit of silence, a dash.
This will improve our groove.”
“Splendid, my Wave, here's a special gift
Every seashell forevermore will be filled to the brim
With the music of silence and crash, our secret hymn
Let's go dancing adrift!
… And when a child in the silence vast
Puts a shell to her ear
She will ocean music hear
Singing stories of the past.”