My musician friend had invented for me that sea music with its floating, light melody; impalpable, made up of long silences and sudden sonorous lights.
"If you listen to the sea on mistral days, you can hear the same sounds. And it is not true that 'that sound' is always the same; instead, it is played on a thousand harmonic scales perceptible only to an attentive ear and a living heart'.
He then told me that he would have liked a heart that was less fragile than the treble clef he carried in his chest: a sailor's heart, which, like a sea stone, bangs and rolls without breaking... without making a sound.

Giampaolo Talani
from Stories of the Sailor, 1995.