What you mean for me. My dear violoncelo!

And now, I’m with you again.
You lead my dreams, my future.
You reach my heart, my thoughts.
I get distracted when I touch you.
It's alike a deep meditation.
And you touch me not with your wood body,
but with your voice,
your overtones,
your -marvelous- vibrations.
The path is long, I’m still learning how to touch you in the right way
But I keep going.
I keep seeking the best,
the best bow -ex- pression
bow speed, and so on.