Poem: Cello Song (For Andrew Mullarkey)

The breeze of leaves
In the wood of trees
And the bow across the textured strings:

The body of the cello
Through the body of the world
Changes my body –

The sound renews the DNA
And resonates
And resonates
In weightless gold across the sky.

The words of wood are open words,
Where the cello’s voice
Takes note of all and echoes on
Deep and deeper in the blood;

The blood that flows
In the veins of trees;
The blood that breathes in me.

7 June 2003