Chronic Musician

I’ve always loved music

The sound fills the heart of my mind

Yet the feeling of it under my fingertips bruises my body

Notes pry their way in and wrap around my bones like a predatory snake

It leaves the impression of a warm hug

But tears me apart at the seams

Quick sixteenth notes sting at my hands like vicious wasps

While whole notes squeeze my finger like a ring forced on centuries prior

My beloved cello wails in sympathy

I comfort it with soft strokes of hair

It calms to hum its song of sorrow as I ache

I could never bare leave it silenced

So I dig my gave for the night

The knots in my hands only settle at the 3rd measure’s quarter rest