They spoke in soft wordless tunes that made the stars blink in confusion.
Against her silver ear, his wet cloak dragging his shoulders down, struggling to stand on blue calloused toes, too weary to dance to her unrelenting rhythm, the wounded ocean was begging her to stop.
She pulled him closer and whispered. If it were up to me, you would be still, you would lie like an unblemished mirror, so I can finally see what the remorseless wind has blown into my one weeping eye.
But this music plays on.
love in her talons
reason in her blood-stained beak
a lone heart pleads