Once there was a cello, gathering dust in a store
A lady glanced in seeing it displayed on the floor
Oh how it longed to sing again, to be brought back to life
Feeling drawn she approached also wishing she too, be revived
Never had played but wanting to learn
She left the store and no sooner returned
Bringing it home with excitement and zeal
Knowing nothing about it except its appeal
Not realizing herself, deep inside of her own void
Having a flame with no one to share, with no one to enjoy
Losing herself learning to play this cello
She gave up looking for love in a fellow
Pouring her soul in the delicately carved tree
Searching her new found love with great curiosity
At every callous on her fingers that was formed
Still placing her heart on the strings without mourn
Her love transferred in the notes that she played
Their song rising now through the air, a song that won't fade
Crafting another stroke, breaking silence between notes
Producing the kind of melody that grabs you by the throat
And so it became such a beautiful start
A relationship that had no end, and began with a spark.
