the Woodcarver works br in the morning stillness, br with chisel and blade br and an eye for intimate detail... br br sunlight sifts through the windows, br time caught, a butterfly in the hand br that's careful not to close... br no extravagant movements... br br nothing left undone... br life, a bare bulb, almost br too hot to touch... br the hands of the spirit tell all... br br with a gentle blade, br sharp as death, yet allowing... br He unveils your heart br in the stillness of an empty room. br br the Woodcarver works...