Crossed my sight, cello in play,
Adorably beautiful, dressed in yellow array.
A second, yet time moved ever so slow,
She took my mind, hands still moving the bow.
If we could skip the pages, end the show,
Find a way to make her stay, oh!

My cello calls her name, unknown,
Bar after bar, playing, praying, she won't go.
Now at the chamber's door,
She left, I can't see her anymore.
Desperately playing, my score,
Curtain closed, symphony no more.

End of the story, or so I supposed,
Little did I know, fate juxtaposed.
Months later, quartet plays Beethoven's 131,
Out of the blue, she enters, a welcome rerun.
Heart dancing, a one-man show begun,
Off the stage, I flew, yellow dress, the same one.

This time, she stayed beyond the clapping,
After whistles blown, in yellow, still captivating.