Rusted leather strap frays on the stone
Harbour Bridge arches steel and bone
Opera sails glow amber and white
I hold the dark wait for the light
Tide pulls the breath from Circular Quay
Ferry horns moan end of the day
Film waits coiled patient and tight
Thirty-six chances to catch the night
Salt on the lens salt on the film
Harbour wind writes what eyes can't build
No viewfinder left just rust and time
Salt on the lens one last rhyme
Seagull screams cut through botanical gardens
Couples kiss near Mrs Macquarie's pardons
Battery dead since ninety-four
Light seals cracked along the door
Tide pulls the breath from Circular Quay
Ferry horns moan end of the day
Film waits coiled patient and tight
Thirty-six chances to catch the night
Salt on the lens salt on the film
Harbour wind writes what eyes can't build
No viewfinder left just rust and time
Salt on the lens one last rhyme
Tourist hands brushed me left me behind
Chasing the ferry running on time
Now the sky bleeds violet and gold
Stories of light remain untold
Leslie speaker spins low and slow
Organ swells where the cold winds blow
Brass section muted bass line deep
Shutter clicks in its final sleep
Salt on the lens salt on the film
Harbour wind writes what eyes can't build
No viewfinder left just rust and time
Salt on the lens one last rhyme
Morning jogger finds the leather case
Wipes the salt from the glass face
Winds the advance hears the spring sing
One frame left for the harbour king
Salt on the lens salt on the film
Harbour wind writes what eyes can't build
No viewfinder left just rust and time
Salt on the lens one last rhyme
Click expose the dark develops light
Salt on the lens forever bright
Wind hits the rail shutter finally sings
Salt on the lens harbour king
