Perpetuating the Positive Echos

There is a certain musical piece
written for the cello, or the viola
that's used quite frequently in movie soundtracks.

It's used whenever
a cellist is shown practicing,
as well as when a cellist is performing a difficult passage;

but, they use the same piece,
and whether it's used to portray a tedious exercise,
or the intensity of a solo.......it just exudes emotion !

The piece, by itself...is quite complicated,
and it seems as though it's used when the characters emotions are high,
so I'm drawn to that piece, right now.

The completely surgical way that the fingers must negotiate the bow,
and so delicately  move them from string to string, fret to fret...
..must be spot on, accurate, yet still remain fluid in nature, for proper impact.

I definitely have been in dire need of that, of late.
Especially in discerning which words to use with you,
while deftly attempting to shield you from getting upset, while making myself understood.

I found out I'm not much of a multi-tasker and blew it ! But that's me...
..and I'll really try to not force you to have to accept that.
At least I had the "where-with-all" to address these things, while writing this apologetic versed.

"I'm Sorry".......is ridiculously inadequate, at best;
so I digress; because the last thing I need right now, is you
believing that I'm the empty man of constant sorrows.,

which I am not, but I DID finally realize that I clearly lost control.
I understand,  that I reacted, instead of sharing a calm reply,
I know that I "bottle" things up, and I get it that I can't unring a bell;

I've been trying my whole life to unring my bells,
believe me, I concur that the resonating sound can't be unrung
but, lessen their chime, and they will echo not.

The bells I rang aren't from the past.......so, no echo,
nor, were there bellows that could even remotely taint our "future faire",
because "pitch less" is their tone, in the times of "now";

so consequently, our dilemma isn't even half as drastic as it seems,
and we're confronted with but one major question;
"will our future faire, lead us both uphill ?"

Well I believe that level is our ground, so don't dismay.
For me, the weather of my soul negatively took over,
causing both of us to run to the nearest "port".

The problem is, our ports...our shelter from the storm....is each other,
and we might as well search, and find solace
in the arms of our storm's own lightning bolts !

For, as uncomfortable as it's truly been, of late
let's both agree, not to go there anymore.
Then we'll ring only the bells that hurt us, not;

and the one's that help us be, who each we are...
..then, we'll learn together,to cherish their chimes, and crave their yield,
and we'll both concentrate on only perpetuating positive echos.