sonata for cello and piano in c major
his hands grip the bow lightly, surely
the bow cries across the strings
and the room is filled with silence and music
you said you were afraid of change
but here goes Bach and he's changing the way you think
and your hands are quiet
but your breain is ringing and the music changes slow to fast
and i want to think i've changed your perspective, too
you said everyone always moves away
everyone always leaves you
but look, here are the pianists hands
never leaving the keys, running like water over them
i want change, i want to change your luck
i want to be the one who doesn't move away
the cello sings and i watch your chest
rise and fall to allemande, courante: words
i don't know, notes i can't read.
my eyes watering because i can't blink.
you said you fear change but do you fear
like water, like love, like the pianist's hands?
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