The low hum of the string,
The feeling of the bow.
Resting on my arm,
My precious, my cello.
Rows of people sitting,
Instruments in hand.
The conductor holds the silence,
In our little classical band.
A burst of sound disturbs the peace,
We all know what to do.
Pieces by Vivaldi, Bach, and Mozart,
We play what we already knew.
When playing I lose myself in sound,
A beautiful masterpiece.
My cello is a part of me,
Each song gives me peace.
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