The Luthier's Secret

[Intro]\n\n[Verse]\nSun-faded curls of pine\nEverything feels so divine\nAmber sap on my skin\nWhere the melodies begin\nFather’s bench is a throne\nWhere the silent wood is grown\nI am humming a prayer\nIn the honey-colored air\n\n[Chorus]\nDeep within the hollow chest\nWhere the echoes go to rest\nThrough the f-hole, narrow slide\nThere my folded paper hides\nWill your fingers find the key?\nWill you ever think of me?\nWhen the vibrato starts to bloom\nIn a candle-lighted room\n\n[Verse]\nRosin clouds start to rise\nStinging in my happy eyes\nStreet song drifts from the lane\nTapping on the window pane\nSpruce and maple, aged and old\nStories that are yet untold\nInk is wet on the page\nLike a bird inside a cage\n\n[Chorus]\nDeep within the hollow chest\nWhere the echoes go to rest\nThrough the f-hole, narrow slide\nThere my folded paper hides\nWill your fingers find the key?\nWill you ever think of me?\nWhen the vibrato starts to bloom\nIn a candle-lighted room\n\n[Bridge]\nLet the cello join the fray\nSweep the lonely dust away\nDoes the letter shift and dance?\nIn a symphonic romance?\nHear the glockenspiel ring out\nChasing every ghost of doubt\nIs the message loud and clear?\nWhen the music is so near?\n\n[Chorus]\nDeep within the hollow chest\nWhere the echoes go to rest\nThrough the f-hole, narrow slide\nThere my folded paper hides\nWill your fingers find the key?\nWill you ever think of me?\nWhen the vibrato starts to bloom\nIn a candle-lighted room\n\n[Outro]