#MadVerse
Morning cello

She sits in the silence of the house.
The early morning sun
Faintly fading in the room.
Adjusting her chair
To the perfect spot,
She gathers up her cello;
Her instrument of choice.
Solid and strong
Between her palms,
She leans it against her thighs
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As she closes her eyes
Pausing a moment.
Then, slowly pulls the bow
Across the strings.
She sways in time.
The floor cold against her bare feet
As the sun slowly rises still.
None of that matters
As she becomes entwined.
She is composing emotions
To let her love shine.
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The house echos softly
Of her notes that carry
Beyond the shadows
The sunlight now casts.
The music flows through
her very soul
As emotions pour out into the chords.
1.25.2021

#image credit - Guy Viner