The sound of wood is a sweet ring

Deep and loud and soft

The sound of stone is a hollow drone

Cold and quiet and long

The sound of metal is a tender kiss

Shining and tempered and free

I bind myself in chains of these

To keep my mind and body and soul

The wood I use as my sword

To shield from entropy and decay

The stone I use as my cup

To feed my thoughts and movement

The metal I use as my crown

To let fly my heart and spirit

I arm myself with these

To connect all that I am