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.
oh my, my mind was going in a few different directions, poor Tim, please don't weep
ReplyDeletecertain instruments, certain musical pieces can touch one so deeply, weeping is a natural emotion.
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Yo certainly wrote a good one this week, Tim!!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful write Tim very nice work;)
ReplyDeletePlease do not weep and enjoy YoYo Ma :)
ReplyDeleteYour verses flow nicely as usual.
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Intense!
ReplyDeleteExcellent entry, Tim! What a good surprise!!! I had never expected to see on here A. John's painting of the late Portuguese cello player Suggia. She lived in Oporto one block away from my parents'. I remember my late Mother saying that whenever she passed by Suggia's mansion where her good friend Casals also stayed when in Oporto, she used to listen to their playing...
ReplyDeleteWriting the poem each week is relatively easy for me, but finding just the right illustration often takes a bit of time. In this case it took no time at all. Once the poem was written, I went to the web looking for her portrait. I was genuinely surprised and more than pleased that this one popped up first. I can't begin to tell you how envious I am of your late mother to having heard both Suggia and Casals play!
DeleteThe cello is a beautiful instrument, I would hope that you may no longer be tortured by it.
ReplyDeletePerhaps it could better be understood as "glorious torture" akin to jumping into a cold stream on a hot summer day. Though you may be screaming as if in pain, is is a glorious torture and one you will want to experience over and over again. When I listen to the cello, I may find myself weeping, but they are tears of such absolute joy. It is very much like going to your only daughter's wedding. Such happiness, but so many tears.
DeleteMrs. Suggia, by Augustus John: a very famous and suggestive portrait of a 19th c. well-known lady cellist, a rarity then.
ReplyDeleteI am currently hosting two young but already prominent cellists who will give four concerts between tomorrow and Sunday with their sextet.
The cello is the most fascinating instrument for me - its voice caresses my every molecule and makes me melt inside. It is wildly difficult to learn to concert standard, and not the easiest to carry around. In air travel, you must book a passenger seat for it alone, and at customs they may object to the "dangerous" endpin that travels enclosed in the cello body. But for cellists it is the love of their life. An anecdote: when Julian Lloyd Webber (Andrew's brother) was involved in a rather serious car crash, his first thought was for his cello in the back seat, not his - possibly injured - wife in the passenger seat.
Beautiful poem. Thank you Tim.
That was a lovely poem and the painting. I am not into cellist players but she you have really made something of her.
ReplyDeletebeautiful and sad
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