Pine needles settle on cracked varnish wood
Telephone wires hum their steady good
My fingers find the scroll where dust has stood
Bow hair kisses string the way it should
Spruce top drinks the cold through skin and bone
Transformer buzzes like a low bass drone
Rosin dust floats where the light has shone
Old Italian curves become my home
Wire vibration meets the horsehair bow
Current carries what the wood must know
Pine and wire sing the same old tune
Altos breathe beneath a copper moon
Wood remembers what the wires croon
Hollow body holds the afternoon
Choir loft ghosts rise in my throat tonight
Latin verses cut through pine and light
Vibrato shakes the needles into flight
Hymn fragments stitch the dark to morning bright
No congregation left to hear me now
Just poles and pines to take the final vow
Pine and wire sing the same old tune
Altos breathe beneath a copper moon
Wood remembers what the wires croon
Hollow body holds the afternoon
Choir loft ghosts rise in my throat tonight
Frost crystals form on the G string's curve
Breath clouds rise where the notes preserve
Each phrase a prayer the cold won't serve
Until a truck door slams on gravel nerve
Boots crunch near where the case lies open wide
Stranger's voice asks if I'll play inside
Money folds into velvet warm and tight
First human warmth in hours of night
Pine and wire sing the same old tune
Altos breathe beneath a copper moon
Wood remembers what the wires croon
Hollow body holds the afternoon
Choir loft ghosts rise in my throat tonight
Wire vibration meets the horsehair bow
Current carries what the wood must know
Pine and wire sing the same old tune
Altos breathe beneath a copper moon
Wood remembers what the wires croon
Hollow body holds the afternoon
Choir loft ghosts rise in my throat tonight
Pine and wire hum the same refrain
Wood and wire breathe in falling rain
