Mermod Frères

Sly tinkerers slow tinker in grandly queer labor

Pitting each tooth to the cylindered comb

Locked in precision and processed in kind

Coiffing the air in soothing arrays.

Melodic machinations afoot

Inert silence held fast on a tube

Stampedes of canonical motion unsprung

Caramelized confections bless the ears.

Each note sweet-honeyed, prickled precise

Timbre-honed in coraled paths of melody

Metallic musical adventures in motion

Course mysterious parts of my mind.

Tinkling rings discordant 'til tinkerers tinker

Aligning the unfocused sense of it all

And flow mellisonant to ears unfettered

As Sirens' songs too dear for heroes' ears.