A Cello

The cello is writing this
As I sit here
The cello is writing about
What aches it's sweet sound
It bellows out these beautiful cries that shake me
It makes me feel like there is someone right behind me
Citronella and a cello
A few cracks of twigs and leaves
It makes me hear bones breaking instead
Smoke and a cello
Hello Night to be exact
It makes me yearn for a strange feeling
Like the one you get when a wish comes true
Ringing and a cello
We claim to be three sheets to the wind
It makes me think of a old sailor and his drunken ship
The cello speaks different now
As I sit here