Enchanting and mellow
It leaked out of her cello
A pall of yellow
O hollow fellows
Each time it fluttered
Her heart would unclutter
Then the music stuttered
Holding thoughts shuttered
Through her eyes it would soar
Bringing thoughts to the fore
Then, before it said more
It shrank back from the shore
It would slowly leak
The melody of the meek
Freedom it would seek
On horizons bleak
Her cello stopped
Her tears mopped
Her head locked
Itself it mocked.
