reaching out to unknown to be met with silence. sought sea seeing a frown i wonder, what is pence? walk among a rock shore. hoping to hear someone, calling out to someone may the doubt set before. the voice is distant, hard to hear or trace the source melancholy is bard to the idle gibbous. may they hear my call. i cry out until i stumble in brutal fall. may they catch me here, let it be them not silence.