Malin's eyes drink in the sea view
A palette of azure, emerald and mauve
waves, singing melodious sea songs
flowing and ebbing on sandy shores
In tunes only he can hear.

Does the sea sing deep and dreamy tunes
As yet unheard by us, the landbound?
Or is Malin composing symphonies
of soft murmurs of ebbing tide bubbling
among the sandy shore's small stones?

Malin stands at the edge of the sea absorbing
the percussive, rhythmic crash of surf
against the yielding sandy shore
composing a musical repertoire from
an oceanic universe of sight and sound.