fluid series of oppressive weights,
coupled with ecstatic release,
danced in the air which teasingly
bristled against my skin.
with each flick and each
vibration of the cello’s bow,
the notes lofted me
higher into the shadow-cracked clouds
and displaced the daily weight which laid
upon my locked and laden chest;
it carried me through rainbows,
through sun storms and scattered tulips,
so that all i was left to see
before me became beautiful
and vested in me
only the joy and glory of sun-filled days
.cello suite no. 1 prelude
.bach
rhapsody 
my boys play cello,
it makes me glad to see your poem ~