The conch had a melody for everyone who listened to it

"For the young, the conch sang of longing for distant shores; for the old it sang of absence and sorrow. It had a song for the young and another one for the old, one for the men and one for the women, and the women's song was always the same, as monotonous as the beating of the waves against the beach: loss loss." 

- Carsten Jensen, We, The Drowned