Slow Whine

The haunting whine of a cello A lure, then seizure that won't let go Memories arrested in the chambers of my mind Still shots of reflections fraught with the unkind No rest for the aching thing that beats in my chest A somber strain that whines with seemingly no rest Slow, slowly plays a melancholic concerto Slowly, slowly cries the cello with an echo As it goes, so do my lonely tears Whining chords of discord illuminate the romantic backstairs