I’m taking a break for the Easter weekend, but here is a poem that I will leave you with.
A cello in my mind
In my mind I hear a cello play
a different tune each day.
It tells of lost memories, loves
and divine mysteries from above.
Each pull of the bow against its taut strings
makes it mournfully chant or alluringly sing.
For what reason does the cello play in my mind?
What does it seek to find?
Some desire inside that could possibly be mine?
If only I knew why the cello played in my mind
so if not to be free then to have some solace to find.