the frame talks back

I'm standing in the shop, but the torch is cold in my hand—the tubes are humming a low note I didn't put there, and the jig feels more like a listening ear than a clamp. The geometry is rearranging itself while I watch; the chainstays are a little longer now because that's what the finish line wanted. I'm not making this frame, I'm just the one who got to hear what it already was.