Singing in whispers funneled out of a worn and washed up shell.
Singing in the cries of blacked winged gulls soaring.
It plays in hisses of the azure ocean forever lapping onto the sand.
It plays in salt breeze sings to me pushing through the golden sea oats.
It plays in the pyramid of dunes shifting in the breeze their castles of ages.
The strum of reedy fences played by the wind softly in the tangerine sun The strum of pitterpat of feet over sandy shuffling footbridges echo along the marsh The strum of the wind echoes cool under the barnacled worn legs of the pier.
(the sweet summer songs of the sea call out to me)
It sings in crest of waves tumbling and crashing loudly.
It sings in splashes of schools of fish shoving from the waves.
It sings in skimming of sleek surfboards as they glide upon glass.
(Play that song, play it for me)
Melodies of papers rustle of novels fluttering in the breeze.
Melodies of the snap of a beer can top as it opens in the heat.
Melodies of tiny blocks of ice shifting in deep chilled icy coolers.
Voices of the misting sounds mix in the currents of liquid sunblock.
Voices of laughing running children playing come and get me to the sea.
Voices of a lone frisbee slapping the sandy ground leaving an impression.
(play that song, play it for me)
The sounds of sand between toes as lovers walk through tide pools.
The sounds of sighs of bliss released into the salty air over beach chairs.
The sounds happy bark of a dog running holding a tennis ball in his mouth.
(the sweet summer songs of the sea call out to me)
play that song, play if for me just one more time.