Shutter clicks on silver bark
Breath clouds rise in violet dark
Bus tires hum on distant roads
Camera strap bears heavy loads
Reel spins slow in booth above
Apples sleep in ice and love
Lens flares bloom on wooden seats
Snow drinks deep the projector beats
Silver orchard holds the frame
Dusk writes names in frozen flame
Two voices watch the white expand
Projector heart beats in my hand
Film burns bright at twenty-four
Footprints fade on orchard floor
Flash captures what eyes let go
Branches bow to weight of snow
Silver orchard holds the frame
Dusk writes names in frozen flame
Two voices watch the white expand
Projector heart beats in my hand
Gate clicks shut on final reel
Time stands still on spun steel
Baritone drops to falsetto rise
Snow reflects the screens' goodbyes
Spool unwinds on metal core
Light paints shadows on the door
Projectionist checks focus tight
Runaway waits for morning light
Lens cap clicks on silent glass
Moments saved from moving past
Orchard dreams in monochrome
Two souls watch the screen go home
Silver orchard holds the frame
Dusk writes names in frozen flame
Two voices watch the white expand
Projector heart beats in my hand
Silver orchard holds the frame
Dusk writes names in frozen flame
Film runs out on silver bark
Dawn breaks clean on violet dark