Little Cellist

see, she found him lying asleep on a heated floor saw his eyes had signs of crying but realized not to ask what for? a good first aider she first made sure he was safe the began to explain the complaints of her day she accepted all his advice, first to express he had succeeded but saw he fought so many wars his words were what she needed little cellist don't break that wooden neck it's not selfish to not do all they expect and my good friend it's okay to be upset so loosen your tight grip around that wooden neck she sometimes held in her intrusive thoughts for fear the weight of her worries would be to much for him to hear but the pressure cause pipes to crack and his shoulder drenched with tears she was so overwhelmed it was like she hadn't cried in years he said even christ himself needed help to bare his cross please feel free to lean on me when the world becomes too much he didn't speak a word but felt some sense of purpose if not to heal her hurting at least to release her burdens she crouched beside him as he lay down again though now breathing was laboured, pins and needles from toes to head she quelled her anxieties to calm her fading friend telling him keep his eyes open, though he was now submerged in ocean And the ambulance rolls up
 Like his limousine 
To take him to a place
 He reigns supreme 
Traded in golden bed post for a hospital bed
 Like monogramed jewelry But a plastic name band instead