The tower beam cut through the night
A steady pulse of oil and light
Your bench glowed warm in storm's first gray
Wax caught the flash of lightning's ray
Leather and lightning, hand and sky
The storm cannot unwind this thread
We work while thunder passes by
Two crafts one rhythm overhead
My brush moves slow on welt and seam
Horsehair pulls the wax in deep
The thunder walks the roof's steep beam
But leather holds what storms can't keep
Leather and lightning, hand and sky
The storm cannot unw
