I hear grandpa cello speak
of life’s travails
Of faraway places through hills and vales
Of stolen kisses and broken hearts
As love finally departs.
Life’s a crescendo,
Sometimes a counterpoint-
But what’s the point-
If two hearts have become one
And this battle of life is not won?
My cousin plays her grandfather’s cello…I love this. And the idea that cellos speak resonates with me (they do!), and their voice is warm and haunting, like this poem.
Thank you @Davita for your comment. Cellos aren’t quite popular here in Nigeria but I’ve always been mesmerised by their sound.