The cello has a tender singing voice
Allows the feelings which we cannot say.
Among composers Bach might be our choice
The cello sings rich lyrics with her voice.
Rostropovich played in Prague in void
Soviet armies marched, the Czechs were dazed.
The cello has a sorrowing truthful voice;
Speaks our feelings when we cannot pray.

Triolet
The summer weighs us down with sullen heat
Even cats and dogs sit blank as stones
Gone are lovely flowers with fragrance sweet
Late summer weighs us down with bullying heat
The hot flagstones return my angry beat
As gaudy people sweat with ears to phones.
How summer weighs us down with sullen heat
Now all cats and dogs are turned to stone