The low tones of my cello
Resonating through my own chest
The harmonic accompany of the orchestra
Sixteenth notes and eight notes
Whole notes and quarter
Half notes with dots
And rests in no order
Note after note
Upbow then downbow
Then a slur and a tie
Staccato, legato, a musical rhyme
No words to this song
No idea of how long
For I've lost track of time
Minutes and seconds and hours
All gone
Here comes the repeat
Back to beginning
Play the first
Then the second ending
Vibrato this note
Decrescendo
Keep your arms up
Til his hands go down
Take a deep breath
And clear you concentrating frown
This is happiness.