A fellow of mine once told me, <br /> that the seas magnificent ballad, <br />was sung in a Minor D. <br /> And oh, how the gales fluttered, <br />on the capricious eve we heard her sing. <br />The bellowing of thee bass, <br /> piping of the wind, <br />the inaudible moan of the tide. <br /> As the dainty Sirens Song came out of the air, <br />in a seductive waft of salt. <br />All I could do, was but stand, <br />humbly still, and listen, <br /> as my fellow chimed with the sea. <br />Merely a duet of two souls, <br /> drawn along the shore, <br />permeating ever grain, every still life. <br /> Nothing more than a chorus of water, <br />cast against the twang of stings. <br />On that boisterous, Autumn night, <br /> I could not of witnessed any better a concerto.<br /><br />Sebastian Sandok<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/concerto-mandolin-in-the-sea/
