Oceans roaring, carving rocks Ravaging the seaside docks As the tides ebb sandy shores You can hear the music play Stormy nights — Rain falls in harmony Keeping time — Thunder claps in rhythm Beating in furious glory Whistling wind Blows through the evergreens — Flutes of old Like something never seen Played in glorious fury A great symphony Playing melodies To all who disbelieve In their power to create Quiet nights — Silence is deafening Lost in time — Playing without worry Music never weakening Singing birds — Chorus still presiding Keeping track Of all that’s played and sung Not to be played again Weeks and months and years…