Song of the Sea
Follow the rhythm as the waves surge and fall,
Then rise, fermata to shake their salten heads
Charging, wind driven to the pebbles rasping call,
Plastic cups and sea shells, spewed from curling reach.
Feel the pounding of the sand heavy load,
And stones grinding in the maw,
Rock graded, shingle beach.
Listen to the wind as it roars and moans
As the oystercatcher runs his lines,
Singing, piercing staccato
Busy in windrow, where his harvest is blown.
With time the tide turns and the wind starts to slow,
Sensual, dolce as she moves through the dunes
Now hear the hiss, sand driven like snow?
As water ebbs and flows,
Weed sways, obligato to a melodic tune.
Hear the Guillimots’ Parliament voice
And the whirr as they take to the air?
Pause for the Kittiwakes’urgent chant,
And the silence of the Fulmars stare.
The haunting sigh of a seal on rocks
With pup she tries to hide,
From the hungry Gulls’ raucous lament.
This is the ensemble for all to hear;
Conducted by wind and tide.
From howling storm to summer surf,
With Nature following in harmony,
This is the beautiful libretto text
And eternal song of the sea.