Cello Singing

             Cello Singing

Sing lonely cello as if only to me,

Sing of freedom, cause I want to be free.

Sing of bliss and magic that do abound,

And tell me where those things can be found.

I hear a cello in the darkness. 

It is singing to me. 

In low and lonely voices, out of darkness, it says,

"I want to be free.  Can you hear me?

  Hear me.  Hear me."

  

The light reflects an answer that shines upon the sound,

"Yes I hear.  I am near.  Can you see me?

   See me.  See me."

Where sound and light intersect, an interface profound,

But a word does not exist that will describe “light-sound”,

Blended bliss sensations and magic all around, 

That call out to me,   "I hear.  I see. 

    Feel me.  Feel me."

Sound follows sight; it’s an unfair race,

One, really slow, the other sets the pace,

One will not travel through outer space,

One can't be prevented from leaving this place,

  I feel.  I hear.  I see.

   Wait for me.  Wait for me.