Cello and his shadow

Cello and his shadow

 

A lonely cello, 

Talks to no one but his shadow.

In a tone 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.

 

 

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