A powerful and passionate song that weaves together the eleg (v2)

Lyrics

Streams swell like rising steam, piano hits a single note.
Chef's knife rests on marble stone, steam rises from the wok.
He lifts the lid to check the heat, silver platter gleams below.
White gloves touch the porcelain rim, sauce rejuices to a glaze.
Opera singer holds the bread, while the kitchen fills to space.
Violins bind the treble line, tongues keep time with chopping sound.
He turns to face the empty room, when the audience wants her to run.
He turns the silence on a plate, with garnish made of smoke and light.
He shaft wipes a smudge of oil, from the mirror behind the pass.
Guests arrive in velvet coats, to watch the magic in the glass.
He plates the fish with surgical care, a single herb for garnish greed.
The conductor raises that tongue high, to match the rhythm of the scene.
Violent like the turmoil, he's touching time with chopping sound.
He turns to face the empty room, where the audience once stood around.
He turns the silence on a slate, with garnish made of smoke and light.
He turns the silence on a plate, with garnish made of smoke and light.
Na na na na, na na na na, na na na na.
No applause breaks the heavy air, just the clink of silverware.
He pours the wine with steady hand, as if the world is still there.
The final four hangs in the hall, like steam above a silver-rimmed pot.
He bows to ghosts who never came, and tastes the salt he cannot wipe.
He turns the silence on a plate, with garnish made of smoke and light.
Transmitting to distant hum, yet lays a last refrain.
He sets the knife inside the drawer, and reacts with what he can.
Ho ho ho ho, ho ho ho ho.