The Cello Poem by Titus Llewellyn

The Cello



With affluent variety shaped in wood,
the holder would encourage understood
huge details where the scurry to it delves,
has played nomadic jest will do themselves.
How much an octave later, cello called,
with frivolous locale that first enthralled
a tune to worthy note, augment release
the shoulder cry is non-such merely peace.
If slumber were to detail strings attached,
Renaissance the gambit moved for matched
shall Byzantine plethora's swoon in Zen,
to comprehend what move it next would then.
How sleuth became uncouth by wry baroque,
escapement, true viola's wrapped in mock.

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