Seas of cobalt lift and fall with rhythm  unbeknown

To lesser men who are considered artists by their ken

Composers  whose scores are heard by  those 

Enraptured of stylistic strokes of measured time miss

Neptune’s  nuances of  beat and syncopation

Driven By relentless winter winds and frosted foam 

heard only on a frigid snapping cold of  midnight

Ships inspection on the third watch mid winter