A Celloistic Gospel


The cello was opened.
As scalpel, it tooled into,
gently peeled the membrane of catharsis
and our air was pulled inside its cavernous display.
The cello was opened.
Its glorious cascades bubbled across
unexpectant ears and flawed expectations,
dowsed fires, irrigated imaginations,
ignited passion.
The cello was opened.
Repeating itself without repetition,
it medicated the inattentive injury,
circuitously navigated distraction
and redeemed histories of transient journeymen.
The cello was opened and without arrogance,
dispensed remedy to the parched assembly,
endless lines of saddened eyes,
wrinkled veterans with baby fingers
and fledgling savior apprentices.
I believe Jesus plays the cello.

Inspired by a July 15, 2007 performance by Yuri Anshelevich

Copyright (c) 2007 Gary Brown