Tonight,I hear the sea crashing against the rocks from Rock to Cape Cornwall,
Each wave carries a vibration,and intention to inject,to echo from the Poseidon.
Where Mermaids dwell,and Pirates propel from scooners and trawlers tales,
To the depths of the fast net,to the Tory Kanyan bombed ,to Minack .
I hear the sounds,the Dolphins ,the sharks,and the porpoise,
When I let my ears listen,then the sounds from the sea cave transmit their noise.
So join with me ,listen ,listen,listen,listen,to the choice aqua genres,the surfing soul,the raging Reggae,the crashing thrash metal,
It’s all there,the prog jutting granite rock,the spinal Gannal tap,the Crantock rap and tap of John cooper Clarke,Drury,and Co.
From the hosts and ghosts of storms past,the great Atlantic boasts its musical hosts and lives in the wave torrents,lives I say!