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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=414095" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Interlude narrative verse for M lady Ernestine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The silent cello waits in vain. <br>Her owner can no longer play, <br> her twisted joints in so much pain<br>Arthritis has now won the day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those hands which once caressed the strings<br> are gnarled and twisted dreadfully<br>Though in her mind the cello sings, <br> its silent in reality.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The music stored within its soul<br> longs for release impatiently.<br>Its destiny to play a role <br>assisting some child prodigy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The owner cannot bear to part<br> with her treasured instrument. <br>She holds a dream deep in her heart.<br> Some one will come who’s one intent</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to learn to play the cello well.<br> Prepared to suffer for their art, <br> beglamoured by the subtle spell<br> this cherished cello can impart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her children show no interest, <br> no musical ability.<br>Perhaps, she thinks it’s for the best<br>The cello waits impatiently.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One day her grandchild comes to call<br>A pretty child who’s not yet five.<br> She exhibits no fear at all<br> her fingers bring the strings alive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cello knows this is the one.<br> The child it has been waiting for.<br> and grandma knows she has passed on. <br>The love she felt so long before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Before she learnt to play a note.<br>She knew it was her destiny<br> that music was the antidote<br> to soothe her sensitivity..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The chills is lost in wonderment<br> and strokes the cello lovingly.<br>This could not be an accident.<br> It was her grandma’s legacy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She seemed to know instinctively<br> Just as her grandmother had done <br>That music was her destiny.<br>The cello knew that it had won</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In course of time the girl surpassed<br> The skill her grandma had possessed.<br>It was the spell the cello cast<br>She always said that made her best.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When grandma died she died content<br>Her well loved cello sang again.<br>Now her grand daughter’s instrument<br>Their patient wait was not in vain..</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ivor+Or+Ivor.e+Hogg">Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg</a><div class=q>
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Her owner can no longer play, 
 her twisted joints in so much pain
Arthritis has now won the day.

Those hands which once caressed the strings
 are gnarled and twisted dreadfully
Though in her mind the cello sings,..."></div>
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