Mist clings to the alder root system
Varnish cracks where the bow hair kissed them
Quercus robur sings low in the grain
Pegs slip loose in the falling rain
Fiddlehead Bridge where the old wood unwinds
Roots drink deep where the river blinds
Rosin dust on the xylem floor
We don't need a stage anymore
Phloem carries the sugar sap sweet
Maple bridge shakes where vibrations meet
Mycorrhiza threads hold the dark soil tight
Strings unwind through the longest night
Fiddlehead Bridge where the old wood unwinds
Roots drink deep where the river blinds
Rosin dust on the xylem floor
We don't need a stage anymore
Fronds unfurl in the spiral math
Scroll carves deep on the wooden path
Pteridium aquilinum shades the case
Time etches lines on the polished face
Decay feeds the next generation
Vibration lives past the final station
Carbon cycles through the bridge stone
Music returns to the blood and bone
Lichen writes slow on the spruce top plate
Harmonics ring at a heavy rate
Nitrogen fixes in the damp air
A ghost note floats with the river's prayer
Fiddlehead Bridge where the old wood unwinds
Roots drink deep where the river blinds
Rosin dust on the xylem floor
We don't need a stage anymore
Seed pods burst where the bow hair frayed
New growth sings in the wood we made
Anchor deep in the alluvial sand
Land holds the neck of this singing land
Fiddlehead Bridge where the old wood unwinds
Roots drink deep where the river blinds
Rosin dust on the xylem floor
We don't need a stage anymore
Xylem drinks the mist away
Heartwood hums at end of day
Fiddlehead Bridge
