49- Koto- 2-6-2007

 

Picture of a koto 

Koto 

In the land of melodies, there you'll find, 
An instrument of grace, the koto unwind. 
With strings that whisper tales of old, 
Its wooden frame, a story to unfold. 

Fingers dance upon its delicate strings, 
Creating harmonies, as if on wings. 
The koto's sound, both gentle and bold, 
A symphony of emotions, untold. 

From ancient Japan, its origins traced, 
A symbol of tradition, never misplaced. 
Its music echoes through time and space, 
A bridge between cultures, a treasured embrace. 

With every pluck, a soulful connection, 
Resonating with hearts in all directions. 
The koto's melody, a balm for the soul, 
Healing wounds, making spirits whole. 

So let us gather, under its enchanting spell, 
And let our spirits, with the koto, dwell. 
For in its music, we find solace and delight, 
A gift from the heavens, shining so bright. 

(2/6/2007)