Masterpiece by Robert R. Ciccolini

You hold a shell,

beside your cheek,

and then you let it

speak.

The magic comes,

the roars reveal,

the secrets of

the deep.

The muffled cries,

consoling sighs,

vie for those

who seek.

And never die,

Or tell a lie,

unless the ear

is weak.

For fortune sits,

between the notes,

inside the sounds

compete.

And when you hear,

them disappear,

your journey is

complete.

So gather now,

the shell you feel,

will sing the song

you seek.

And when it stops,

and no one's left,

you'll know

the

masterpiece.