I love this: it was written at Sound Cafe while a very talented harpist was playing her harp.
A little music to harp about
While she plays
While the string sings
And every voice quiet
While standing in everyday
Many a face can express
Taste many a cup of tea
And sound the string sings
A little music in a cloud
A little taste of sound
Cakes and crumbs found
On a journey homeward bound.
© Maxine Beesley
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Kirk out
Sarada Gray 