The Mistress - K Svensson

I watch you sit and gently lift her
Then with reverence caress her curves.
She is your mistress, your one true love
You say not a single word.

Holding her so tenderly
You slowly close your eyes.
Fingers playing with her neck
Soft mellow tones she cries.

Burnished gold, resplendent
With you alone she stands.
Animated life you bring to her
With strong and expert hands.

Delicately, deftly
Bow on silver strings,
Bach’s Prelude No 6 to me
So sweetly she doth sing.

Bewitched, your performance over,
You both are now complete.
You place her oh so gently
Down beside your feet.

Your ‘cello is the one you love
With all your beating heart
She is your only mistress
And you two shall never part.

K Svensson