The piano keys fall like rain, a constant

echo of emotion like droplets on tin,

that sharp but sweet tinkling that moves us

through daisy fields and down lazy streams; 

the violins swoon, smooth and harmonious, 

sails caught in a gentle wind, a choir of angels

in perfect unison; we are swept up and carried

with them, lost in the dulcet melody;

but when the cello sounds, the keening begins, 

and grief is released in a vibrato known by our souls, 

the resonant groaning we can never fully 

express because it would require too much

letting go.

C.L. Fisher, March 2020

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