Harbors and Inlets

Along the waterfront where the piano keys play, A harbor of echoes, where notes gently sway. Keys like ripples in a tranquil bay, A melody of inlets, where echoes stay. Frequencies murmur with the ebb and flow, In the salty air, where whispers go. The seagull's cry adds to the maritime song, A haven where sailors have journeyed along. Under the sun's spectrum, a haven's grace, Notes of sails and seashells interlace. Colors of azure and golden sand, A poetic sonnet of the sailor's land. Harbor pathways chart sailors' course, Echoes of anchors and the sea's discourse. In the inlets, where the notes align, A visual journey beneath the sun's design. Through hidden coves and open seas, On the inlet where the winds tease. Colors in intensity, a maritime map, A poetic sonnet of the seafarer's lap. So, let the breezy keys guide your way, By the piano harbor where dreams may sway. In the melody of the sea, where the notes unveil, A poetic voyage, a musical inlet tale.