Her face was beaming as she played
On her dear cello, unafraid.
She played with grace – that much was clear,
Such a beautiful sound to hear.
Ev’ry now and then she would smile,
Then she would play in solemn style.
Her fingers knew just where to go,
As she played with her magic bow.
The music was so lush, so rich,
Each note was at the perfect pitch.
Artist and instrument were one,
Showing they were second to none.
All who listened were in such awe,
Captivated by what they saw.
Her talent was beyond compare,
A talent which was something rare.
Music seemed to flow from her heart,
She gave it freely from the start.
She shows us that to truly live,
First, we each must learn how to give.