Le Violoncelle

Drawing a note.
Long, soft and slow,
From the very depths of infinity.
Sung as the strings cross,
Making pathways to the mind.
Anything is possible,
Now gently singing to your emotions.
Drawn from the hidden land,
Known only in dreams.
Where the lost and near forgotten reside,
Waiting to be found,
For another song to start.
Beautiful and intense,
Angry and sad,
A dance from long ago.
Eyes that closed as the song played on,
A lullaby lulled to sleep.
Laments that broke a heart to hear,
And caused those eyes to weep.
Hear now, it continues, after so very long.
It never stopped, always singing,
As those hairs still cantered on.