‘Mellow yellow’

The sound of ‘Mellow yellow’ echoed amidst the dusky dark
He plucked the strings of his cello on a swing in the park
An unusual instrument for such a smart small boy
Yet he could play like a professional percussionist this was never his toy
People passing by paused deep in thought
His melodious music was only ever self taught
But as he picked betwixt and between the strings C, G, D and A
romance was in the air with harmonious ballet

Each and every evening his enchantment could be heard
How on earth he had such talent was utterly absurd
Beautiful renditions from classical operas
One was caught up in reveries and captivated in chimeras
Only twelve years of age tho he played as well as any pro
His music would find him fortune
He would be soon ‘In the know’
Strangers stopped by on happenstance awe-inspired and daring in dreamy dance
“This lad will go far” everybody said
As he held his bowed cello against his breast and sweetly played