Sunlight dashes crashes through the window,
Splashing all around
Blinded finding ears open,
To grooming tuning sounds…
The anticipation smells like the oatmeal cookies that are on their way. The acoustics in the room are exceptional for these two particular instruments, it makes you want to whisper, like you’ve stepped into a church or a museum. The sound will roll out the window and tumble down the hill. The drum speaks to the cello and the trance is started…
She plucks at the hairs on the back of your neck,
She exposes her big belly,
And then she cries.