Track Insight / Lyrics
Old bow kisses warped wood grain
Morning slips through fractured pane
Fern fronds catch the trembling sound
Roots remember hymns unbound
Altos hum in morning light
Glass scars catch the fading white
Strings seek out the living green
Half-remembered psalms convene
Cracked greenhouse holds the searching tone
Violin walks paths unknown
Each pane a note, each note a prayer
Broken light catches in the air
Spiderweb fissures catch the bow
Scales climb where wild orchids grow
Breath shapes phrases into sound
Roots drink what the strings have found
Cracked greenhouse holds the searching tone
Violin walks paths unknown
Each pane a note, each note a prayer
Broken light catches in the air
No congregation, no wooden pew
Just steam and condensation dew
The alto voice finds room to soar
Where glass is broken, light pours more
Afternoon turns gold to blue
Cello ribs of bamboo too
Resonate with sympathetic shake
Earth takes what the bows can make
Final movement, light grows thin
Violin tucks its song within
Cracked panes glow like stained glass light
Holding holy, broken night
Cracked greenhouse holds the searching tone
Violin walks paths unknown
Each pane a note, each note a prayer
Broken light catches in the air
Cracked greenhouse holds the searching tone
Violin walks paths unknown
Each pane a note, each note a prayer
Broken light catches in the air
Cracked greenhouse holds the searching tone
Violin walks paths unknown
Bow rests on a splintered string
Greenhouse keeps the songs we bring