To Feliciano, Ludwig is the cello. Dependable. Strong. Steady. Always holding back his true potential, keeping to the background though a powerful presence resonates deep within, able to support the whole of an orchestra with his own strength, lending power to the voices of the violins and violas as they weave together. But Feli wishes that Ludwig would stand on his own. Because the cello can transform from a low rumble to the bittersweet lament. Playful melodies to eerie dirges that tinge the air with unease. From soft to powerful and back again, until the notes become as essential as the beating of the heart.
Cellos are more beautiful than they realize. And maybe Ludwig too will discover this.