Track Insight / Lyrics
I sleep beneath the mountain's weight
Snow packs the stone arch overhead
My wires hold a silver wait
Each coil remembers what was said
The tuner walks on wool-soled feet
His breath makes clouds in lamp-light gloom
He turns each pin with careful heat
Wakes chords from winter's frozen tomb
Stone and wire keep the tone
Ice guards pitch in patient hold
Stone and wire, string and bone
Snow preserves what time makes old
His fork strikes once against his knee
A pure tone cuts the heavy air
He listens past what ears can see
Adjusts the tension thread by hair
Stone and wire keep the tone
Ice guards pitch in patient hold
Stone and wire, string and bone
Snow preserves what time makes old
No audience but crystal walls
No applause but avalanche sighs
The tuner reads what silence calls
In frozen dark where music lies
Decades pass in white-out years
His hands grow stiff, his sight turns dim
But every string still sings and hears
The pitch he set on first whim
Now only wind plays on my keys
Through cracked lid snow drifts soft and deep
The tuner rests beneath the trees
His work complete, his watch to keep
Stone and wire keep the tone
Ice guards pitch in patient hold
Stone and wire, string and bone
Snow preserves what time makes old
Frost on hammer felt
Breath held in cold wood
