As I beg for more...

These words are my core...
The bow drawing against the thick current of strings, sending a luscious wave of low and middle tones swirling and swelling in a womb of warm wood before bursting through into the light.
Tug at my ears.
Buzz through my bones.
Ripple through my veins.
Tear my heart out and leave it lying bare as I beg for more.
Torture me please with a plaintive melody in a minor key, and let every note shake the foundation of my existence.
~ Bocci

If God has a voice, it is a cello.

Rickie Lee Jones 1/10/11
Portland, Oregon
Aladdin Theater