Dear Cello,
Your beauty bewilders.
Such grace and poise
carved from a tree.
Tchaikovsky and Mozart
wait beneath your
spruce belly.

You need only
the pull of a horsehair
bow or the pluck
of a finger
to release sonatas,
suites, rhapsodies,

I carefully draw
a hundred strands of
a wild mustang?s mane
between bridge
and board releasing
Beethoven, Chopin,
Bach, Ravel, Debussy.

Dear cello,
I wait in anticipation
of hearing your deep
resonant rumble,
your whispered murmur
and haunting voice
singing into the night.