Slow Whine
The haunting whine of a cello
A lure, then seizure that won't let go
Memories arrested in the chambers of my mind
Still shots of reflections fraught with the unkind
No rest for the aching thing that beats in my chest
A somber strain that whines with seemingly no rest
Slow, slowly plays a melancholic concerto
Slowly, slowly cries the cello with an echo
As it goes, so do my lonely tears
Whining chords of discord illuminate the romantic backstairs
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