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.