A Cello's Lament

In shadows cast by candlelight's embrace, I hold my cello close, in tender grace. The haunting melody spills from my fingers, Weaving a spell that lingers and lingers. Each note a tear, each bow a sigh, The music carries a soulful cry. In the echoes of the strings' lament, An angel's presence is surely sent. With every stroke, a story unfolds, Of beauty and sorrow, of truths untold. The cello's voice, both fierce and mild, Captivates like the gaze of a lost child. The angel dances in the music's glow, A phantom of grace in the oscillate and swing. Bound to the song, in ethereal flight, Enraptured by the melody's might. Together we weave a tapestry divine, A tale of love and loss, of joy and pine. In the hush of the night, under the stars' gleam, We play on, lost in the music's dream. So let the cello cry, let the angel soar, In harmonies that will forever endure. For in the heart-wrenching strains we play, A fleeting glimpse of heaven's ray.