Grey waters wash o’er a storm swept shore br Collecting ivory pebbles at the draw of each wave br One by one 'til there are no more br No more ivory pebbles along the shore br br Yet, the sea teams with music from a lass dressed in grey br Her keyboard keeping in time with the tapping of her feet br Her mates all in sync with the stomping style of Quebecois br Her hair twists and turns with the sound of each beat br br I see in her eyes the blue of the sea br I see in her eyes a want to be free br While men would cross oceans for the touch of her hand br Still, no time to count moments of all that could be br br If a soul can be conquered at a glimpse of her smile br If a heart can be broken by one simple song br If a shoreline is measured by meter or mile br Then what can fill a void of all that is gone? br br With each passing wave upon the shore br Ivory pebbles are drawn out like a piano keyboard br Still, her music resounds in my fairy-tale lore br Honing the burs in my life of discord br Like ivory pebbles along the shorebr br Psaltydog's Thoughtsbr br