I'd like to be a master of a different type of wave,

waves in a cerulean sea spiky with sound,

more volatile and capricious than real waves of wetness

yet tamed by a underlying beat.

They would rise up sharply with every shriek and high vibrato,

and subside at every silky smooth bass belt. 

My seas would sometimes be calm,

but sometimes anxious roiling pits of despair

or boiling mud pots of anger. 

They'd be cool and refreshing, like the fresh spray from a waterfall 

of relevance and reflection. 

I'd cruise one wave of unique melody, and give it life and inhabitants

in the form harmony and accompaniment

in hopes that I may one day unite the seven continents 

with shimmering oceans of song.