Water Lyrist

Your music pales in comparison to that of my old acquaintance, the gorgeous Dekamos.
Instead of strumming the strings, the harpist said:
"You are not worthy of hearing her melody."
"Only a lover, or a mortal enemy, can make her sing."
He closed his eyes, bashful in a manner unlike a typical ythemian.
That was the first time I witnessed a harpist caress his "companion" in the waters.
The harp bestowed by Phagousa, made of flowing water, wielded divine power through its currents.
Its music, morphed into a vortex, rent the soul of the living.
I saw enemies descend into madness. Sea monsters bit through their own necks.
That was the greatest water lyrist I'd ever seen.
The music, vibrating with the waves, drowned a pursuing force in the ensuing tidal wave.