Bus wheels hum on icy asphalt
Lens cap off the moment caught
Breath clouds rise in violet dawn
Shutter clicks the silence gone
Negative strips the dark to gold
Tuning forks on ancient stone
Notes awake in ice and bone
Hammers strike the frozen strings
Mountain temple sings clear
Wrench turns slow on rusted pin
Felt wears thin where winds begin
Octaves stretch through limestone halls
Sound rebounds off crystal walls
Regulate the action light
Tuning forks on ancient stone
Notes awake in ice and bone
Hammers strike the frozen strings
Mountain temple sings clear
Film advance lever stiff with cold
Silver halide turns blue to gold
Footprints fade on sacred floor
Vibrations knock on bolted door
Focus pulls the frame in tight
Tuning forks on ancient stone
Notes awake in ice and bone
Hammers strike the frozen strings
Mountain temple sings clear
Dampers rise on wings of white
Voicing needles soft the crown
Snow melt drips on hammer down
String by string the pitch aligns
Mountain breathes in perfect time
Tuning forks on ancient stone
Notes awake in ice and bone
Hammers strike the frozen strings
Mountain temple sings clear
Mountain temple sings again
Last frame winds on plastic spool
Final note breaks crystal rule
