I sound like I might hold an airplane, but you'd be wrong. At best, I can hold a heavy jacket. I'm just not that strong.

If stars and planets fill you with glee, this is definitely the place to be.

You need it to sail If not you'll fail Not the mast, or the rig, or scull Without it, your chances are null

Fluorescent sun, paper seas, chairs that roll but never leave.

Whether with bamboo, metal, or glass, my gentle melodies soothe as I alert to a possible storm.