Eyes closed
Resting peacefully
The sand soft
The sun staring
In its winter solstice
The waves break
Symphonically
And between the chords
Within the silence
And through the sand
Memory seeps
The foam fomenting
A note unheard
The seagulls
I hear them now
Weeping on the jetty
My father fishing
The sling of his line
The cranky reel
The click of it
The jib or jab
Words forgotten
But not the signing sounds
The notes I hear
Accented
Between the chords
Within the silence