Be respectful of other fishermen,
Do not raise your voice,

As it will frighten the fish away.

Do not cast your line in the shallows
As it will catch on roots and stumps
And snap.

No fish will be caught.

And so we whisper in the shallows
Barely heard above the crickets
And lapping tides
We never catch a thing
As the day passes
Except each other’s happiness
Time and time and time again.

Pulling soundwaves in melodic precision,
she floats with wings
delicately hanging upon a blue note
sailing phrases that color the air
with pleasantness and care.

Drawing the collective consciousness in song,
harmony and crescendo
stack and build
toward a driven conclusion.
Pulling and drawing
are no longer necessary,
as it rolls and moves
of its own volition,
and she simply glides
to smooth silence.