The vibratos of the cello follow
The bow in his fingers dangling
Bass notes in the stagnant air

The sound of bread on bone
Emptiness illuminates the disparaging
Sad notes in the sparse air

Long after the war, fearful, alone
The memory of death is unchanging
The vibrato of the cello follows

Yearning to free the desperate tone
He walks the alleys with head hanging
Baroque notes in the dead air
The harmonics of the cello follow