If you take a left at the pier
I promise you wont be disappoint
in the amount of sights and sounds

The lights meld with watery waves
who crash upon aged wood

Singing softly to organisms dwelling atop
the crushed salt breathes into your heart
a pit-pat only talented songstress could imitate

- Id go with you if I could
but I'm growing tired and old
my skin is flaked and aged

So begin your journey down the road
and take a left
at the merry old pier
filled with old memories that will fill your ears
Ill meet you soon but not in this way,

In the sands of the waves and the flashing lights
in the salted incrustations atop wooded planks
on the polished boats of greedy racers,

there you will hear my voice as it carries in the wind
pit-pat patterns that only your heart could create