The Cello
Breathe
Weave
Sleeve
Strum
Hum
Thrum
Pluck
Plick
Flick
Builds a
‘lectrical song
Flowing slowing
be-lowing
Stroking the chin
Of an ancient muse
Longing
be-longing
String
ing
Alive and full of cues
Dancing, prancing release
Erupting
a bubble
Of movement to tease
In explain
able joyfully freeeee
Danc ing
above
Elec tri cit y
Tingle single tickle
A
beat
Drawing
sawing falling
To sleep
The
mind is tasting
Testing
the long sweet
rows
Bending
to a higher
flows
the sweet violin has joined
the song
She rises to meet you
in the air
of long
Twirling
whirling surely we go
Slowly descend to the very next low
We float on the next
Mesmerizing of down
Coming to meet you
On
The
Grou
nd
