The mahogany wood curved inwards at the sides; much like womanly curves, right down to the endpin which pierced the linoleum. The graceful instrument rested between her knees, her arm held the bow just above the four strings spanning the length of the cello. When she finally allowed herself the pleasure of dragging the bow across the C string, a deep resounding hum filled the performance hall; full and satisfying. She continued the song, her left-hand fingers dancing at the top, while her right hand moved back and forth; both working together to create a sound that paralleled even the sweetest angel's voice.

By serenadavidson, October 25, 2016.