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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I started my first novel, aged 8, in a draughty vicarage, finishing it 14 years later. My first poem emerged on a Sussex beach in 1965, but I didn’t return to poetry until 2007: I’m still trying to find out why.
I have published short stories, poems and reviews and am a recognised performance poet. I’ve been married 21 years and have two children, Holly, 20 and Daniel, 17; but my husband now wants to be known as female. My struggles with this and its effects on my writing, are the springboard for short stories and a radio play.
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Sarada Gray 
I really enjoyed the playing around with rhymes and repetition and mixing up of the senses.
listening with eyes, makes them feel nice, strings and things and words and rhymes that flies , with noiseless music lurking behind. sbr2014
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