Cello

A Poem by Anonymous

I'm so into persona poems right now...

Wood
Against my chest
Strings
Line my fingertips
A bow
Gripped
Tightly
I run it
Smoothly
Across
Crisp
Silver
Strings
As new,
Fresh
Notes
Spill through nicely
Arranged, a colorful tied
Bouquet of emotion spills out
Flooding the room, echoing through
The entire house; my hands dancing across
The neck of a blessed creature, singing
Never has a human been able
To create such beauty
Without a thing such
As this beautiful beast
Music and sounds ebb from it's
Core, rumbling the earth's surface with
Nothing but it's music; nothing but it's song
To flow and twirl through human ears
Craving, oh how craving but to
Play the perfect melody;
Satisfied with
Itself