Fingers play along as my mind wanders.
Sat up on the deck, the night air pooling in
this position's natural, my back's against the rail
jumper zipped three-quarter way,
knee bent to rest the body.

Fingers line along the frets, as the others sit rosette,
play whatever comes to mind
or they just simply do the walking.
Hum a tune, sing a little ditty
As waves crash in my mind.

Close my eyes, I see it there,
tones of blue flood through.
Stunning rocks they push against
to develop the perfect arch.
Fingers start to slow.

Eyes open, the sun is gone
It's time to go inside.
Off the deck and to my feet
when I noticed you've been listening.
flashed a grin and leaned over
"Can you please play on for me?"