Floating foam like memories,
your eyes they roam,
the rest is perfectly still.
A breeze, so chill,
your breath,
focus, inhale, exhale,
hands and feet are pale.
The melody lingers in the back,
the tension is a code to crack.

It requires skill to feel,
deeply, real, carefully
open the seal, reel
off. Off course and sail
away from todays tale,
like foam, floating, like memories.