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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.

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