A path only becomes true when traveled

in sweat, in ink, in the silence between notes -

in all hesitations that harden into resolve.

And when you arrive,

not at an end, but where all paths converge

- a deeper beginning -

there der Alpenkönig stands:

not some distant guide,

but the echo of your own voice,

finally clear -

your own uncompromising truth,

reaching back to meet you.