Cello

I don't know what to say——your notes go deeper than my toes, your face with more curves than a ballerina juggling oranges. Yesterday the rain was only a thought. Today it is still a thought. Clouds descend in the night and take us in. I dream about you. You strike a chord. Your long neck dances in the shadows. One song after another thrusts itself across your bow. All across the planet we listen to your high rise harmonics, your castles in the air, your dungeons quiet with the mummified past in chains, your walls wet with thoughts of tomorrow——across the ocean your skittering flight catches white caps and your lips kiss the piano keys at such a rate there's no stopping you now, there's no resisting your zither lips...the vibrations are too much. I feel old in your presence. My heartbeat races after you but I can't keep up and it's still daytime, somewhere. How many minutes now, your hand has been holding my pulse. Yes, okay, I'm alive, but I've forgotten how to breathe. I'm on my knees still standing before your long low smile——everyone's head's turned and the staircase is spiral