Cello and Guitar
Different but one.
Together, a symphony.
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[Verse 1]
I’m carved from dark maple, with rings in my chest
An echo of thirst from an age long ago
A fragile, dry sorrow that’s laid down to rest
Waiting for touch so that order may grow
[Verse 2]
And you are of spruce, in the stillness you ripened
With delicate threads made of silver and vein
Our souls were both cast as the shadows have lengthened
Like a blessing that falls after long, bitter rain
[Bridge]
The chisel was painful, it carved out our sides
The varnish is resin of teardrops and dust
While we stay silent, our deep wound abides
Frozen in time, in our pride and mistrust
[Verse 3]
The frets on your neck are like stairs for a prayer
Where fingers weave mercy through every soft line
My gashes are knots that I’m forced now to bear
Vibrations in C that will eternally shine
[Verse 4]
You dance with me now like the tide of the years,
Without you I’m voiceless, I’m empty and old
You are my faith and the weight of my fears
My only true gift—chaos made into gold
[Chorus]
I am the Cello, from the soul I am boiling
The bass of this life, heavy, thick, and profound
You’re the Guitar, where the passion is coiling
A trembling grace in this desert of sound
But once we collide, a symphony rises
A whole orchestra wakes in the heat of the fray
Eternal duet, where the harmony prizes
A feast for the spirit: oh, notes gone astray
[Verse 5]
When we stay silent, the wood falls to sleep
But the marrow remembers: we once were as one
A dream where the secrets of eternity keep
Only the concord is holy, when all’s said and done
[Bridge]
The chisel was painful, it carved out our sides
The varnish is resin of teardrops and dust
While we stay silent, our deep wound abides
Frozen in time, in our pride and mistrust
[Chorus]
I am the Cello, from the soul I am boiling
The bass of this life, heavy, thick, and profound
You’re the Guitar, where the passion is coiling
A trembling grace in this desert of sound
But once we collide, a symphony rises
A whole orchestra wakes in the heat of the fray
Eternal duet, where the harmony prizes
A feast for the spirit: oh, notes gone astray
