cellos & character

A Poem by gnafla

they
like
to
say
the
scratches
and cracks,
on a cello give
birth to character.
but there exists no
character, in the
cello of my heart,
frayed strings,
broken bridge,
complete with
twisted neck.
this cello once
played beautifully,
notes that resonate,
concertos that stun.
now the notes that
escape, collapse
into
f
i
l
t
h
.