Hello, Cello.
Thought that was you.
Every time I hear you moan
I get the sense that someone
is drawing a bow across my chest
and tapping on my skin.
Just the other day,
I was telling someone about your chuckle,
about that deep hearty laugh
I always find infectious.
You seem to be a soulful fellow,
someone who sees much
and feels much.
You have wisdom
but require no words.
I wish I was like that.
I wish I could say what I have to say with just a sound.