The Cellist's Cello
Her soft expressions forever changing,
As the leaves of autumn do.
A sweet voice forever crooning,
Under a favorable moon.
Smooth, polished, delicate to my taste,
Her soul confident of the notes that shall be found.
Enjoy her splendor this nightly morn,
For when dawn arrives,
This sainted music may have gone.
Copyright © Katherine Scogin | Year Posted 2005
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