I am singing

but I am silent.

I am alone

but I sing for the souls that gather around and lend their ears.

I sing for the hearts

that need mending

the furrowed brows

and the creased foreheads that need smoothening.

I see

but I am blind

for my eyes wander

but all I see is music.

It is a serene star-speckled night

and the animals have circled their dens twice and the trees have folded their arms

and not a single soul ventures into the dark

and my cello trembles against my chest

and I know that I am not alone

and that she is singing with me.

Her metallic hair dances underneath my cold callused fingers

and my heart is no longer in my body for it has dissolved

into the soft sweet skin of my wooden instrument.

I have become the cello and she has become me and together

we sing
and we are silent.