Atlantis

Siren sea sounds — oboe squawks,

Aroused, nay awakened, by Mort

(Is that a string quartet I hear?)

More especially the tapping beaks

Of birds that invite the opening

Of windows that creak and speak.

Turn off the turntable and hark

The far away sonnet of the sea;

Breathing, heaving — in and out.

(Could that be a distant shout?)

Or are the varied gulls' mixed bark

Adding the grunt of a bassoon?

I hear you — I hear you. While

Waves ripple, roll, heave, stroll;

I see you waving; I see you smile

In the sea at me — you sing a song.

Sonorous sounds of sweet lullabies. 

It is to you ... to you ... I belong ...