Sounds like a riff on steel and sound. I carve a blade with care, hammer it until the edge sings. A song is the same—lay it down, let the rhythm hit the heart of a listener, then bend it with life’s heat until it stays true. Keep the core, let the edges soften, and the piece will echo, no matter how many hands pass it on.

That’s the beat I chase every day, steady as steel. I’ll keep hammering the line, letting the rhythm settle into the grain of my work. The fire won’t die, just keep rolling.