a sweetly sad lament
resonating woody and full
a wee bit of rosiny grit
in each bowfull bari-tone
each sound, each note and phrase
in harmonized counterpoint
passionately reflected on
your beautiful armenian face
expressing the collective genetic
drone in our highland souls
echoing off mountains and dzors
in maqamed melodies that
perfectly defines us...
Wednesday, October 28, 2026
as ani plays her cello
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