Cello and his shadow

Cello and his shadow

 

In sunset stands a lonely cello, 

Talks to no one but his shadow.

His words are buzzing bees, 

His songs are sighing seas.

In a tune like wavering willow,

In a color like mellowing meadow.

Till the sun flees.

Cello panics and pleas:

Shadow, Shadow, stay with me!

For I will sing you nightly glee.  

And my strings will never pluck sorrow, 

For I need you every tomorrow. 

 

In sunrise lies a cheerful shadow,

Shed by a humble cello. 

To the Cello Shadow complains:

Why your face full of grains and pains?

Cheer up, cheer up, my fellow, 

I want to hear your blissful allegro. 

Please sing my favorite fairy tale-

Love at first sight never turns pale.

Or a song of a broken heart-

How we meet and part.

So you will forget last night’s dream of sorrow,

And I will be with you every tomorrow.