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

cello

I'm having a torrid affair with the cello.
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...