I watch mesmerized as she strokes her cello
She adjusts each string in careful tuning
The tones that ensue are so deep, rich and mellow
Every new note sends my mind reeling
She methodically applies bow to strings
Coaxing the cello into revealing his voice
I am drawn deeper and my heart is ringing
I close my eyes and weep, I simply have no choice.
I want it to stop, but hope that it never will
She moves onward going inexorably further
Up and down my spine I feel the cold chil
Her cello has become the instrument of my torture.
