crust hum
touch a line to wake it. one sound at a time.
01
under the crust
the low note the flat makes when no one walks.
wake
02
salt bells
grains settling, one at a time, for years.
wake
03
long letter
the wind writes across the white and never signs.
wake
04
brine pulse
something old breathing a little under your feet.
wake
05
drowned choir
voices the sea took down, still humming one chord.
wake