The woman played the cello naked in a dark room.
I always found it a curious sight, I considered the
cello to be a man's instrument. To finger the curves
To hold the long slender neck in shaking hands.
She played it beautifully though, her legs were
astride, riding a horse not meant to ridden
Her bare feet planted to the floor. Solidly.
This woman's back bent over an instrument not
Meant for her. Her eyes are closed and her breast
moved to the movement of her arm. An arm that
sawed the neck of a stationary figure.
The woman played the cello naked in a dark room
Her notes were graceful and her song honest.
I thought if she were a man the instrument would sound
more lovely. She tamed it though. Bare back.