Stick 43 - The Music Within

Imagine...

I imagine myself on the inside
of the warm belly of the old brown cello

I imagine stroking the inner timber 
as I think about life when it was so much simpler

I imagine the passionate musician
as he pulls the cello between his legs into position

I imagine hearing the sound of the music deep and hollow
as romance strokes the bow accross strings of never-to-be sorrow

I imagine my body's dancing promise
as the earthy sounds pay nature's homage 

I imagine I can forever pretend
as my Cello holds me warm and safe till the bitter end