LOVING MUSIC TO LIFE'S FINAL PEACEFUL RESPITE

Come cover me with taffeta blue and and my cello's hue and let the warmth rub onto you when they join the cotton of my handkerchief Nature's discards in their pure state are put to good use I love the touch of man-made materials the feel becomes pure joy when cloth unites with painted wood with its contours, the touch is overwhelming my heart becomes raucous When I speak with my cello silence prevails I play my cello silently, it groans in soft delights the audience wiggles in their seats heaven itself can’t contain the beauty of the subtle pianissimo The audience rustles impatiently "Hush," I say to the multitudes they become quiet in the silence a tender peaceful note on high is heard I play a blue cello, a golden muted trumpet accompanies me the piano enters with soft arpeggios blending in pianissimo notes intertwined with the lilting melody enter quietly a melody that carries one forward to soulful reveries Long panoplies of chords flow like water into a placid lake flutes come to the fore filling out the symmetry of music the colorful composition is manna to the ears and the heart after an excursion through time music flows hectically but Gracefully from their beginning strains resolving to the tonic to the soul to its peaceful rest and its final respite.