My Harp

A love of mine...

It calls to me, waiting

Like a bird in the morn

Finding me...

Ever since I was born

I really don't mind

I come to the call

I love playing the songs

I love playing them all...

Its the way it happens...

The way the sounds fill the room

The way the stings feel on my fingers

When I play, all the the troubles of life make room!

The songs speak to me

They calm my soul

They take me away from the this place

Sometimes my fingers are all alone

Because my body drifts to a place, beyond my seat

I can't help but wonder

Theres so much to explore

In a world so yonder...

When I stop  I am filled with the memories

But they drift away till' I play again

So find something you love...

I play till' my calluses are sand.

Author's Note

Hope you like it.