“Harpsichord”
In ancient halls, a harpsichord awaits,
Its strings of gold, a symphony creates.
With nimble fingers dancing on its keys,
A melody, enchanting, it releases.
Its wooden frame, adorned with intricate art,
A masterpiece, a testament to the heart.
A chorus of notes, gentle and refined,
Echoing through time, an ode to the divine.
With each pluck, a story comes alive,
Whispering secrets, as melodies thrive.
From baroque courts to modern abodes,
The harpsichord's beauty forever unfolds.
Its sound, like raindrops on a summer's eve,
Invites the soul to wander and believe.
A delicate dance between hands and strings,
Harmonies soaring, as the spirit sings.
Oh, harpsichord, your music fills the air,
Transporting us to worlds beyond compare.
We're captivated by your timeless grace,
A treasure cherished, in every music space.
(2-22-2007)
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