Here I lay on this beach
Seaweed strewn drowned guitars
wash up to dune and back out to sea
Shell colored drum heads
roll in with tides
cockles and high hats and scallops and rides
A band of freedom I can never touch
In which no one can ever play
Just see it leaping in the wave
The notes lapping up between my toes
Even that felt like too much
But both feet in could truly save the music
you so freely gave
But as my hand went to the land
Ever unplanned you just float away
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