51- Guzheng- 2-7-2007

 

Picture of a guzheng  

Guzheng 

In ancient lands where melodies unfurl, 
A gift of harmony, the Guzheng's swirl. 
Strings are plucked with gentle grace, 
An instrument of beauty, a sacred embrace. 

  

From delicate fingers, music blooms, 
Notes cascading like springtime's blooms. 
The guzheng's resonance, a river's flow, 
Captivating hearts, igniting souls aglow. 

  

Its wooden frame, a vessel of history's tale, 
Echoing old legends, like whispers on a gale. 
From moonlit nights to sunlit days, 
The guzheng's enchantment never strays. 

  

With virtuoso touch, skilled fingers dance, 
Creating symphonies, a captivating trance. 
The ancient tones, they resonate deep, 
Awakening spirits, lulling them to sleep. 

  

Oh, guzheng, your melody transcends, 
Reaching beyond borders, where music blends. 
Through your strings, stories come alive, 
Uniting hearts, as traditions survive. 

  

So let us celebrate, this treasure divine, 
The guzheng's magic, forever shall shine. 
With every note, a tale is told, 
A timeless instrument, worth more than gold. 

(2/7/2007)