And in my sinking heart there is a whale song.
The blue whale sings his melodic hum
waiting for harmonies to join in.
He sings of the tsunamis of overwhelming emotion.
He sings of the droughts afterwards.
He sings of the unsteady beating of his home, of my heart.
He sings of the silent ocean, of his echoes.
He sings a song nobody knows but continues to wait for another to join.
Silence is pressed upon him but nevertheless
he sings.
Porcelain Prose 