Oceans

I'm from this small seaside village called Armonia. On an island called Musica. My family's name is Mattina. Mama and Papa were lovely. They taught me how to play many instruments, like ukulele, guitar, drums, piano, flute, harmonica, violin, cello, and most importantly my voice. They raised me to sing. Armonia means Harmony in Italian. Musica is music, and Mattina is morning. Mama says I am the harmony to the music of the morning.

I was outside playing my uke on the beach around the corner by myself. That's how this all started. "I've got hopes and dreams to fly away, I can say goodbye to yesterday, just take me away." I sang. Some of my own lyrics. "Okay." A voice said from behind me. I looked at the stranger in surprise. "I can take you anywhere, and it won't cost a thing." He said gently. I stood up and stepped towards him. "I have never met you before" I told him softly. "Big city." He said. "No, small village" I said. Then I noticed his clothes. Not from around here.