Conchoidal Fracture

[Verse 1]
The Urushi lacquer on my thumb, slow to set
On the third hairline break in the celadon set.
The winter light through the Wiedikon glass
Studying the map of a moment that passed.

[Chorus]
And the pieces hold
Like I was told.

[Verse 2]
Four-oh-three chime from the Grossmünster bell.
The phone on the Hinoki wood, I could tell
It was vibrating at a different pitch.
A new tectonic plate, a digital twitch.

[Chorus]
And the pieces hold
Like I was told.

[Bridge]
"'Leo, get on the train,' was all she would say."
The new gold seam caught the light of the day.
A beautiful scar where the pressure was worst,
Before the isobar lines had all burst.

[Outro]
A stable isotope.
A memory trace.