Like a rune cast by a muse,
Like a wave washing clean
The grains of sand in my memory.
When I am fully here
The aroma of the sea,
The glow of the moon, are all I need,
And the sound of silence has its own beautiful voice.
Sing me a poem
Like a babbling brook.
Dance me an ode to joy.
And then let my gratitudes
Outnumber the stars in the night.
I am the Calliope.
Play me.