Glassbound Frequencies

Frozen lines across the glass Silent codes in every breath

I trace the edges,

hold them still (ahhh)

Tighter now, the wires hum low

Every detail sharp and clear

Hold the frame, don't let it break Under the weight of perfect

lines

I feel the pull,

the quiet ache (oh)

Numbers fall like silent rain

Edges sharp against the skin

I count the seconds,

lose the count (hummm)

The surface cracks in measured time

A single note begins to rise

Hold the frame, don't let it break Under the weight of perfect

lines

I feel the pull,

the quiet ache (oh)

Lines dissolve into the air