Case pops open on splintered wood
Violin breathes where the tide stood
Bow hairs tighten horse and bone
Music starts where the gulls have flown
Salt and rosin on the pier
Notes drift out calm the fear
Golden Gate swallows the sound
Wood sings deep lost and found
Mist clings heavy to the scroll
F-holes drink the gray console
Fingers find the frozen neck
No applause just the wreck
Tourists pause with paper cups
Listen as the melody sups
On the wind and the diesel smoke
A tune the undertow spoke
Salt and rosin on the pier
Notes drift out calm the fear
Golden Gate swallows the sound
Wood sings deep lost and found
Film advances thumb on the canister
Capturing the ghost of a minister
Of broken strings and salted air
Frames hold what the ears can't bear
Sun burns through the marine layer
Varnish warms the wood plays clearer
Bus ticket burning in a coat pocket
Last note hangs like a locket
Salt and rosin on the pier
Notes drift out calm the fear
Golden Gate swallows the sound
Wood sings deep lost and found
Shutter clicks the silence breaks
Salt and rosin what it takes