The Cello: End of "Interlude" by Bach

Two final notes
wrenched from a dead poet
by a violent cellist
grapple in the
silence.
One, silver,
a satin ripple
lurching across a cavernous pool.
One, black,
some guttural, violated brute
forever haunting a lonely wood.
Both
throttling my eardrums
with fingers
without fingernails;
raw nerve endings
clawing up some primitive memory
of terror
and beauty.