Black fine line script reading Music is my religion across a forearm, with a calm sea and wooded headland behind.

Music is my religion script on a forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of a forearm with the words Music is my religion written in black cursive script. The thin, even linework is set against smooth skin, with the lettering running diagonally across the lower half of the arm. The blurred background shows a still turquoise sea, a rocky shoreline and dense green trees.

Fine line Lettering Forearm Music Script Word Quote

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody aboard the Calypso Dawn had ever seen the engineer pray, so when the motor failed off the Lemnos shoal and the swell began to lift the deck like a slow breath, the deckhands looked to the cook instead. Nikos Parr had a voice like a cracked bell and a habit of singing over the potato peelers, and he was the nearest thing to a choir the boat possessed.

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He went up to the rail with a tin pail of cold tea and the look of a man about to be sick. Did anyone know the one about the drowned fisherman's daughter, he asked. Nobody did. So he sang the only song he trusted, a wedding tune his grandmother had hummed over the stove in Tripoli, and the mate laughed, then stopped laughing, then started humming too.

By dusk the wind had dropped and the sea lay flat and green as bottle glass, the shore a dark line of pines and grey rock. A mile off, a fishing boat answered with its horn, once and then twice, keeping to the rhythm of the tune. Nikos grinned and said nothing, but he tapped the rail with two fingers, the way he always did when the bread came out right.

The tow arrived before midnight. Nobody mentioned the singing afterwards except the purser, who wrote in the log that the engine had been repaired, the weather fair, and the cook had sung. Nikos never argued the point. He said music had got him across more water than any saint, and he went back to his peelers without a word of thanks to anyone.