Iron knees dug in granite powder
Temple drums grow louder
No film left in this salt camera
Just vibrations strike like hammer
Heavy hears what snow keeps quiet
Iron ears catch every riot
No shutter click no aperture
Just weight and time and pressure
Bus ticket stubs in frozen pockets
Driver never knew my name
Temple bells ring through rock sockets
Anchor answers just the same
Heavy hears what snow keeps quiet
Iron ears catch every riot
No shutter click no aperture
Just weight and time and pressure
Lens cap rusted on my vision
Focus pulled by gravity
Monks chant low in deep precision
Sound develops chemistry
Snow melts slow on western slopes
Water finds the old stone doors
Anchor feels the mountain's hopes
Heavy hearts make heavy floors
Negative strips hang in icicles
Developer smells like bicycles
Each frame a prayer in white and blue
Iron sees what eyes pass through
Heavy hears what snow keeps quiet
Iron ears catch every riot
No shutter click no aperture
Just weight and time and pressure
Shutter sticks at altitude
Aperture welded shut by frost
But sound waves need no latitude
They travel where the iron's lost
Heavy hears what snow keeps quiet
Iron ears catch every riot
No shutter click no aperture
Just weight and time and pressure
Heavy hears what snow keeps quiet
Mountain breathes in minor key
Rust develops in the dark
Negative to positive
Heavy hears the mountain's heart
