Ode to the “Cello Man”


As soft as summer rain while in the pool
the sound fills the air warming the room
from its perch on the window sill it leaps to flight
giving me wont to magically give chase down Charles St.

it is the sound that spring has ripened
the seeds of the season have germinated
summer’s bud openly exposing her rosy lips
love is singing in one deep reverberating lullaby

with heaving, tantalizing sighs of passion
the bow subtly brings a climactic note to life
drawing beauty from its resinous strings
miraculously reviving  dead maple
with each stroke the wood bellows grace
then suddenly suspended in mid-air the notes fall
the master brings his art to a close


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