delicate and divided

Delphi said look at this, cueing up the vid. A woman sat with a cello between her thighs, a long bow clasped in her right hand caressing the strings in a long steady stroke as her left hand patterned across the string tops, delicate and divided, each note tensely hanging over the gentle accompaniment of an erstwhile rock band, with a muted electric guitar, bass and drums, rolling in circles beyond the insistent demands of the lady cellist.

Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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