My fingers lay, lightly on the bow,
i can feel the vaz, from the hairs, to my thumb,
the strings dance with my tiny fingers,
shiny striped wood, jiggles between my legs
the cello sings low, low as a man can go,
but not as high as E's stringing villein sounds.
A cello's smooth voice is as smooth as its wood.
the story sweet as a welcomed warm bed
Aww, the lovely music,
it soothing me to relaxy,
it's almost sexy,
so unresitable dancey.
