Chello Opus 49

Chello Opus 49

eyes closed
his nimble fingers
caress each worn string

hands weave flutter__
up and down the scales
back and forth,the bow flies

as a low mellow sound resonates
magical silver notes__
float rise above cement shadows

streets of broken dreams

pure soft bitter sweet patterns
whispered murmurs fill the heaviness__
of life,wasted,trapped on cold pavement

such sadness__
such sadness
channeled in the hollow night