the cellist's magic


the cellist spun his magic
weaving his notes and cords
possessive of every emotion
demanding 
a heart captured
an anguished grip
...attention.


to fall in love
a melancholy joyous
beauty
sweeping touching
...loving.


a crescendo
a rise
a finale
uplifting
the heart
full.

how i do want to get lost in him...for his notes are him.
again
and
again.

RB.



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