Two cellos, one teenaged boy
Long strokes are whole notes
Tempo never fast enough for him
Listening in to the rhythm and time

Swinging across the dance floor
Smiling at his honey dressed in blue

Swinging across the dance floor
Simply happy for his blessed time with her

He makes conducting look easy
Pepped up for home games
Marching eight-to-five
Right on time

He always gives hugs.
He always says “HELLO!”

He always makes jokes.
He always smiles happily.

He sits there tapping a pencil
Down, in, out, up
He sits there holding a page
Trying to read all the parts

He plays two cellos
He plays the trombone and tuba

He plays the baton
He is Chris