Somewhere new

The singing of
a million and one
cellos:
in some moonlit place,
on a roof,
in a garden.
And yet;
just one guitar sounds
so much better
now that I have played
[with him]
and know what I was
missing.
Take back
the million cellos,
[For I liked mine
alone
anyways]
and let the music
[our music]
take me
somewhere
new.