Cello

If words could describe
A cello
How would we put it,
How would the words
Melt
Together?

Would they form measures
And phrases
That blend together,
That form a Home
For words unspoken
But feelings felt?

Would they waver
With uncertainty,
Each pitch
As clear as pitch,
Undecided notes
Desperately searching for the place within the
Measures given.

If anything,
I’d let the cello speak for itself,
No one
To restrict its melody
To cage the bird
Or to clip its wings.
Only applause for its bow
As it takes
A bow.

Cello

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