Silence on a Plate (v1)

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.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
So Chef wipes a smile, dear Lord, 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 free.
The conductor raises that tongue high.
To match the rhythm of the scene.
Silence like the temple light.
Toasting time with chopping sound.
He turns to face the empty room.
Where the audience once stood around.
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, na.
No applause breaks the heavy air, just a clink of silverware.
He pours the wine with steady hand as if the world is still there.
The final four hangs in the hall, hall. Black steam above a silver-rimmed pot, pot.
He bows to ghosts who never came and tastes the salt he cannot buy.
He turns the silence on a plate with garnish made of smoke and light.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, ah.