I can hear you.
Sometimes you are all I can hear
As you play across footprints on the sand,
Like notes on a stave.

So, please don't go
Leaving your tune half sung.
I am listening.
Trying to understand your stories.

You throw a shoe upon the shore
And wait for the penny to drop,
But I'm still lost.

Your patience is waning
Swelling, roaring, raging
At the indignity of it.
Your voice has been over used but under-heard.

If I tell you my story
Will you calm down?

That's better.

Play a gentle melody, back
And fore, then I'll begin.

Perhaps when Im finished you can take it far away
To another person stood on the shore
Hoping to hear a story.