Harp Maker

Make me a harp, harp maker.

A harp to hang on my door.

A harp with sound so sweet

I'll hear it forever more.

String it with steel so fine

Wound to the pitch in tune.

A harp of carved rare wood

hand hewn.

Make each string sing peace

Engraving a resonance.

An embassy of ambiance

And sound of sense.

You say no forest is virgin.

You say no steels so fine.

I say you make the harp

And proud I'll call it mine.

You say no string sings peace.

You say no sound make sense.

I say that meaning goes beyond the ear.

Love is recompense.

It is not the steel that goes singing.

It is the love by which it is bound.

It is not the wood that goes ringing

But the soul that captures its sound.

Copyright 2002 Dan Kantak

Click on the Harp to hear it voice my resonance