Notes drift along currents
Filling my auditory cortex
With an ocean of sound
Waves crescendo
And a blue tempest
Washes through me
I stumble to my desk
To get it down
Blank tablature
Awaits me
In a haze
I spill ink
Ocean spray on the page
And I wonder
If symphonies
Are made like this
Thanks to @DanSanderson20 for these words