Cello Poem by Lonnie Hicks

There was music
around her;
notes playing
in the silver air;
she exhales
close to my
upturned face.

Her shape,
a fine
brown cello,
her low voice
singing
each word-note
coming
in a whispering moan.

My bow string
draws out her chords
harmonizing,
flowing into to me.
siren-like.

Arpeggio
hair braids
trail away;
clef note eyes
glow
with the white heat
which rises
in the sparkle dust
of her melodies singing.

She bends toward me
cascading,
double breasted
notes;
her arms
flower petals
unfolding from side to side;
mouth parting slightly
breathing warm air.

She sang
to my soul,

cello style.