Cello
 

Cello as extension of the soul,
Drawing out the notes of life,
Giving birth to tunes and dreams,
To songs and cycles,
Plans and schemes.
Resonance, a deep hum of sorrow,
A moan of passionate regret.
Reverberating strings,
Moving the air, moving the psyche,
Moving one to tears.
Bowing to the inevitable end,
Rhythm is stilled,
Drawn to a deep conclusion,
Silence of the stilled soul.