“Coming To Hear” by W.S. Merwin

He who insisted that he could not hear music
is floating over a dark sea
on which the lights

accompany him
wave upon wave
unseen and unbroken

there is a line of black trees
just over the horizon
on an island

which he will think familiar
now it is the sixth night
and he is hearing the colors

the sounds of blue at night
that believes in nothing as always
is carrying him