Bows fly across strings
As grandmother and I sit in red velvet chairs
We hear the song of a bird
Flying through our ears
Like a fish swims through water
I live through the melody
The lyrics consume me
The cello reminds me of a robin
The violin a lark
In the middle sits the viola
Singing a red cardinals song
And standing tall, behind them all
is a bass
The deep chords hang in the cool air
Like sunlight, working it's way through a fog
The bass is the foundation
Working alongside the robin cello
Like Grass, ready for a morning's dew
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