Sting - Message In A Bottle (audio) -

He corked it tight and watched the moonlight dance on the glass as the waves pulled it into the deep. He didn't expect an answer; the act itself was the prayer.

He opened a clear wine bottle: “The silence in this city is louder than the island. Help.” Sting - Message In A Bottle (Audio)

As far as his eyes could see—hundreds, then thousands of glass necks were bobbing in the surf, rolling onto the sand like transparent logs. He ran to the water’s edge, his heart hammering against his ribs. He grabbed one, then another, then ten more. He corked it tight and watched the moonlight

Every single one contained a scrap of paper. He uncorked a blue gin bottle and read: “I’ve been lost for so long. Is anyone out there?” Every single one contained a scrap of paper

One evening, desperate to feel connected to a world that had surely forgotten him, he took his last empty crate-bottle. He didn't write about his hunger or the blistering sun. He wrote a simple truth: “I am here. Are you?”