Abiding Acoustics

The moment the hairs of my bow touch the string

A new world has arisen

The composition commences

Our ears suddenly wake up

As we hear feelings

Our emotions are stirred up

And our heart warms up and sings

Because of how the music affects us.

I play my cello with compassion

Each note brings forth a new chapter

Some are bold and played with great force

Others are so gentle it is hard to grasp.

The melodic aspect brings us forward

We are moved to a world we never saw before.

The progression of notes are ensured with vibrato

At times they move before our eyes

Other times one note can be sustained

Until change is necessary.

Suddenly, something so major and sweet can be at its most dissonant

But we must remember

Even at the most dissonant of times

Even during our suffering

Our heartbreak

Our weak moments in life

It will always be resolved.

These notes are methodically planned out by myself

I have a plan for this composition

Every note happens for a reason, whether the ears listening notice it or not

I gave life to a composition

I gave life to such a beauty so complex our little minds cannot understand its purpose

And in times of harmony

Our two notes are like two angels each with only one wing

So one angel cannot fly without the other

The other half of our composition.

Fulfillment travels to the ears listening every so sweetly

But even with dissonance

The piece becomes stronger

My bow is always on my cello

I will not let go until the end

And when the end does come

I will let it off gingerly

Legacy is important for such a great composition

As each composition is important in a world of music

Thus, each note is critical and planned in a composition

And harmonies are the support necessary for a functional life.

My bow lifts off the cello and the ears never hear it again

They will always remember the composition

And will play it over and over in their minds

They await the powers of my cello

And simply speaking

That is the meaning of life.