Hearing

When symphonic waves crash on soundless shores, Listen to the cadence of silent seas, He's a virtuoso of voiceless woes, orchestrating pre-written faith, at ease. For every tainted tide, transpires a tune, If you lend your ear to the unsung sighs, perhaps sonorous currents too would croon, amidst ringing reasons that fall and rise. There's a fine song for every shipwrecked heart, entrenched in rhymes from the soul of sand dunes. Healing comes through searing sirens as art, rhapsodizing themes of roaring runes. As waters whistle, hushed air ricochets, resonating the melody of a dulcet dove, breeze beneath ripples rewinds and replays, in divine dialects through language of love. Whilst chorus of crickets swiftly unfold, allow nature to compose musings of the ocean. Words can only whisper deep scars untold, in poetic crescendo, that translates intense emotions.