High note

The sea is music because it has a rhythm, a timbre, and its own score that never repeats.
Listen. A wave crashes onto the pebbles—its a drumbeat, a staccato. It rolls back, exhaling through the sand—its a long, drawn-out legato of the cello. In calm weather, the sea sings in falsetto, barely touching the strings of the air. In a storm, it breaks into the bass note of an organ: a low, rumbling "basso profindo" that makes the ribs of the world vibrate.
The foam hisses like cymbals.
The notes here are written in salty spray in the wind. And this score is for the soul. If you close your eyes, the sea will play you a symphony of eternity.