A cello’s song elaborates
relentless flow on each pull of bow,
a jagged breath surrenders—slow
anguish suspends, shudders fade
an oboe soars to higher peaks,
tired souls hear heaven speak
a pulse conjured by orchestral throng,
harmonious voices draw comfort near,
erase despair, slow many a tear—
wordless wisdom steady and true
commands tormented thoughts to cease
as silken vibrations mend and release.
Many thanks to Imelda of MY WALL who posted Yo-Yo Ma’s cello performance with her beautiful poem: ‘Cello Caress’ and to Jane Dougherty who prompted us, a few weeks ago, to write about pain using this rhyming form (challenge #49).