Wherever there is water, sound, and life
There’s rocks and silence, and there’s also death
The beauty of such ugliness is rife
With everything that harbors songs of breath
We call them Sirens, then, invite them in
Perception makes them real, and more than real
Is loving pure perception just a sin?
Should we repent of beauty we can feel?
The songs that we can hear and feel and see
Invite our lives to silent rocks below
The oceans of the world’s intensity
A place we should avoid, but love to go
Embrace the sound of life in water’s touch
Embrace the death of silent rocks and such.