The sounds of the cello vibrate
loosening the chords of memory
bringing painful moments gingerly
to the open air
With gladness I greet them
finally able to see what I was missing
the darkness so obscured
the simple answers overlooked
Now what to do but to move on
with a knowing, tired smile
a warmer heart for sure
the music strenghthens dampened spirit
The dawn beckons with its light
here in the quiet darkness of night
oh, what to do but to write
bringing forth insights long dulled
Fingers on the bow poised for flight
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