The Cellist
There’s something about the cello that ruins the soul. It’s as if whoever first built one had fallen from grace, and in so doing, torn their heart from their chest and strung it from ear to toe. Before bleeding into the land, into history, into nothingness, they’d picked up a twig and begun to play. Death was not an option. Only a life of unending sorrow remained.
I recite this story to my secretary as I sit here and play. The notes rise and fall with her breaths. My fingers rest only when she blinks. I pour my everything into this most personal performance, not to impress, but to explain.
She smiles when I desperately wish her to weep.
Thank you for reading
Richard
Richard M. Ankers - Storybook 
This is beautiful, Richard. 💜
Thank you, Shreya. I bet you can’t guess what I was listening to when I wrote it? 😉
Um! I really can’t but would really like to know what may trigger you as a beautiful writer.
That was a trick question, it was someone playing the cello.
The cellist is called Tina Guo and her album is called Dies Irae. She’s very good. Fair to say it moved me.
Ah.. Great to know!
I honestly don’t mean to be disrespectful, but when I saw that picture I spent ages wondering how they got that horse’s ass to be so shiny. Then I saw the title of the piece. Ah, a cello! 😃
Better a horse than a mule. Harder to polish.
True that. I have seen some shiny horses, but none so shiny as a cello, and, for sure, a mule’s ass is not in the same league.
The cello plays beautiful, mellow, deep music. I can see the allure.
Yes, there’s just something about it. 🙂