Cello and his shadow
In sunset stands a lonely cello,
Talks to no one but his shadow.
His words are buzzing bees,
His songs are sighing seas.
In a tune like wavering willow,
In a color like mellowing meadow.
Till the sun flees.
Cello panics and pleas:
Shadow, Shadow, stay with me!
For I will sing you nightly glee.
And my strings will never pluck sorrow,
For I need you every tomorrow.
In sunrise lies a cheerful shadow,
Shed by a humble cello.
To the Cello Shadow complains:
Why your face full of grains and pains?
Cheer up, cheer up, my fellow,
I want to hear your blissful allegro.
Please sing my favorite fairy tale-
Love at first sight never turns pale.
Or a song of a broken heart-
How we meet and part.
So you will forget last night’s dream of sorrow,
And I will be with you every tomorrow.
