Purpose br My husband could play no other instrument br But the cello. br His melancholic soul br His distressed spirit br His mystical and curious child like eyes br Shine deep and clear br As he looks br Looks through the light, br The levels of time. br Silent moments of abandon, abandon. br The moments of ease knowing the outcome. br The moment of fear as the panic of human tenacity clings br to the life that merits only when it is let go. br My husband, melancholic but a spiritual spirit.