The Cello

Swiftly my fingers cross above you
they make their way from your neck
which melody shall I imbue?
a heartless sound in air is just a speck
your body sings to the bow I master
the very artifact to create beauty
my name is art, I shall play faster
pleasing the ears is our duty.

A long night passed
our souls sweaty they rest
we save the best for last
now, let's leave them impressed!

Author's Note

Ignore bad grammar

Reviews

[VintageHottie]

I thought this was beautiful. It moved me the way music is ment to move people. It is romantic and exciting and lustful. Bravo....

[Bud]

Your artistic pen leaves the imagery of a Master cellist embellishing in the limelight of concerto! Beautiful piece!

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

I found this poem to be quite beautiful, romanic words for your love of music and the cello. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

[Olivia Carmine]

Great! And it still makes sense despite the grammar contortions :P
Really liked this.