Ocean Desk Blue

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