Way down below, where light can barely pierce; a shadow lies upon the surface of the sand. Slim and dark, oscillating with the water currents; the shadow dances and shimmies to the movement of fish and detritus lingering on the ocean floor.
Perpendicular in the sand abides a fine silver piccolo. Undamaged and unmoved by time, neither disturbed by creature nor the slow exploration of rust; it glints as a stray photon strikes the deeply mirrored surface.
Keys ready for nimble fingers to play, a tune to be relayed.
And in the shadows awaited vigilant eyes; the claimant the prize.
Words and pics: ©DJA 2016.