Cello

She plays with such sudden grace. The trance in which she applies herself through the body and soul of this elegant instrument is evident, as her eyes would close so would ours. The harmonies that would caress our awaiting ears with blissful orchestration and structure through her effortless movements.



Clasped yet moving so flawless.



Making me weak with the strings of glamour pressed to please with the fingertips once felt on the tip of my lips, flowing through the tunes of raw emotion.



Your radiance. Your grandeur to not only me but your instrument will make me collapse to the spoken words of an ethereal cello that will speak louder than any words you would ever speak. I will embed this melody into my incubus where it can be tamed.

Where this allure of notes will persuade me to believe that your glamorous nature is not just nestled within the lodes of your fingertips.

Solace is finding peace within your inner soul. This cello will show everyone the picture I see you paint every day. That your beauty is buried deep beneath the pours of your subtlety.