Snow falls on the copper wire
Lantern breathes in frozen air
Code sleeps under ancient stone
Signal waits in mountain prayer
I trimmed the wick through forty years
Salt and storm were all I feared
Light cuts the dark with steady hand
Guides the ships toward the land
Stone holds the wire deep and cold
Signal pulses through the gray
Two voices speak in binary code
Light and data find their way
Chrome eyes read the thermal map
Data flows through frozen trap
Ancient stones hide server racks
Humming soft beneath the cracks
Stone holds the wire deep and cold
Signal pulses through the gray
Two voices speak in binary code
Light and data find their way
Waves once crashed on barnacled rock
Now I hear a digital clock
Tides turned to bits and silent zeros
Still I watch the beacon glows
Stone holds the wire deep and cold
Signal pulses through the gray
Two voices speak in binary code
Light and data find their way
The lens still turns on brass and grease
The processor hums in peace
Salt air meets the silicon dust
In this temple both adjust
Two lights burn in one dark room
Chasing off the mounting gloom
Packet loss in blizzard gale
Firewall holds the mountain rail
Root access carved in granite deep
System dreams while mountains sleep
Stone holds the wire deep and cold
Signal pulses through the gray
Two voices speak in binary code
Light and data find their way
Stone and signal here to stay
Snow falls on the copper wire
Lantern breathes in frozen air
Two lights burn as one
