The bow drawing against the thick current of strings.
Waves of audible emotions swirling around in a well of warm wood before being thrown out through veins of light.
Yearning, reaching, ripping my heart out and tearing it to pieces as I beg for more.
If God has a voice, it surely is a cello.
Torture me with a plaintive cello passage in a minor key, and allow me to touch the core of my existence. Let me weep. Allow me to double over in deep, rich melancholy pain and lock me up forever. I beg of you...
2 comments:
ahhhhh. <3 this song rips at my soul. which is probably why i haven't listened to it in about 5 years... agreed about the cello.
It's just one of those nights when I want to feel cathartic. And this is the song.
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