Because it sings.

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Perhaps my attraction,
my desire to learn to play
the cello
is because it sings so beautiful
and so sad, so sad.
Bow across meaty strings,
it surfaces vulnerability
warming my ears
warmth in my gut,
it widens emotional pores.

I want to jump between the strings,
into its wooden body
feel it reverberate with each pull;
hairs across the strings,
and with eyes closed,
melt into the grain.

 

Written and edited between June 16th, 2011 and January 5th, 2012.

 

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