I Watch Him Play

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Drifting away as it plays

A Cello he plays day by day

I do not think of all the time he must have taken just to practice

I watch his fingers on each string

Seriousnessis in the air

A tricke of sweat slides down his forehead

I do not wish for the sounds to ever stop

I watch the bow stay in that perfect line

Chilling the bone of all who hear

A shiver traces down our backs

I do not think of all but what is here

I watch him play, but don't want to cheer

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