Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Chello Opus 49

eyes closed
his nimble fingers
caress each worn string

hands weave flutter__
up and down the scales
back and forth,the bow flies

as a low mellow sound resonates


Jingle said...

another winner.

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SarahA said...

I am loving this.I am loving how you use few words to convey much feeling.