As guitarist John Scofield played pianist Gerald Clayton's melody "The Water's Edge", I found words for it:

I walked down to the water’s edge where I had been before.
I walked along the water’s edge till I could walk no more.
I sat down by the water’s edge and waited for a guide.
I lay down by the water’s edge and waited for the tide.
The water’s edge it came to me. I fell into a dream.
The water’s edge it covered me. I drifted with the stream.
I waited for the water’s edge to leave me dry once more.
I stood beside the water’s edge where I had been before.

(Andrew Shields, #111Words, 3 May 2026, when Scofield and Clayton played at Basel's Kaserne)