The way you play your harp,
effortlessly weaving your fingers
through those nylon strings
is oh so captivating.
The firm hold you have on your instrument,
secure, yet light enough,
being careful not to break
the mahogany frames.
The heedful ears you have,
used to listen to the echoing sounds,
your harp makes in response to
even the slightest flick of your finger.
The beautifully composed melody,
brought forth by the
dissonance and resolution
of the sweetest sounds I’ve ever known.
Wherever did you get the practice?
Perhaps it was from toying with my heart.
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 11:57 PM UTC
The way you play your harp,
effortlessly weaving your fingers
through those nylon strings
is oh so captivating.
The firm hold you have on your instrument,
secure, yet light enough,
being careful not to break
the mahogany frames.
The heedful ears you have,
used to listen to the echoing sounds,
your harp makes in response to
even the slightest flick of your finger.
The beautifully composed melody,
brought forth by the
dissonance and resolution
of the sweetest sounds I’ve ever known.
Wherever did you get the practice?
Perhaps it was from toying with my heart.
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