That distant melody

I heard there was a hurricane coming, so I went to the rocks by the sea.
The angry spirits of the water break themselves there, and the display is spectacular.
You watch the white water smash itself into a thousand pieces on black boulders which are stained from the thousands of waves that have broken before it.
But as the wave breaks, the thousands of pieces just flail helplessly through the air, unsure of what comes next and they all fall together back to earth to become whole again.
They are never satisfied.
Even after the hurricane passes, you can still hear the spirits early in the morning punishing themselves for a never ending crime, trying to appease the moon spirit.
And still the white moon won't forgive them.