Copper gears turn slow and low
Steam climbs white against the glass
Brass teeth catch the morning glow
Kettle sings of copper brass
Tick tock kitchen holds its breath
Pendulum cuts air like death
Apprentice maps the steam's bright path
Time dissolves in copper bath
Gears align in perfect grace
Kettle finds its resting place
Flour dust coats the winding key
Tea stains mark the wooden rim
Fingers trace where hours flee
Silence hums a metal hymn
Violin wakes in corner shade
Cello answers low and deep
Harpsichord spins a cascade
Flute blows secrets mine to keep
Tick tock kitchen holds its breath
Pendulum cuts air like death
Apprentice maps the steam's bright path
Time dissolves in copper bath
Gears align in perfect grace
Kettle finds its resting place
Camera clicks the turning gear
Frames the steam in silver light
Shutter catches what we hear
Time exposed in black and white
Master nods at finished dial
Hands wipe oil on worn cloth
Apprentice walks the copper aisle
Kettle sings its final oath
Tick tock kitchen holds its breath
Pendulum cuts air like death
Apprentice maps the steam's bright path
Time dissolves in copper bath
Gears align in perfect grace
Kettle finds its resting place
Steam curls up and fades to gray
Kettle clock winds down the day