my voice

[whes]

.......................This

................. unforgiving

......................cello

.............. of mine will not

..................... speak

..................... in its

.......................rich,

.....................earthy

......................voice

...................... if I

..................... come

...................... to it

......... in anger, selfishness, or

.....arrogance. My cello is my teacher,

... requiring patience, love, and passion

.....of me before it will sing. Its voice is

......more familiar to me than my own,

......and these strings have been under

........... my rough fingers for far,

............. far longer than I can

.............. remember. I spoke

.............with the music of this

........ instrument long before I ever

....used words, and even now after the

... hundreds of words that I have read or

..spoken, the things that I can say when I

draw my bow accross the strings is far more

.eloquent than anything I could ever speak

..or write of myself. My cello has a voice

..that sings alone in the darkness, crying

.out its joy when there is no other comfort

....in the world. If I could not play, then

............ I would have no voice.

.........................My

....................... cello

......................... is

.........................my

..........................h

..........................e

..........................a

......................... r

..........................t