Plucker of Strings (a Poem)
by Peter Duncan
Copyright© 2022 by Peter Duncan
Poem Story: A poem about a street musician and a little chile.
Tags: Ma/Fa
Plucker of Strings (9/10/98) rev 4/10/2009
He played his harp this plucker of strings
On a busy street near the beach
From whence did he come this plucker of strings
This virtuous player, who plays on the street?
Years of training went into this thing
Those fly away fingers on dancing hands
Thrumming, and trilling the instrument sings
On a busy street near the beach
Angels voices, choirs we’re told
Majestic music from instrument old
You might even ask, did he come this far
Just to play his harp on the street?
People pass by with heads in the air
The music of harps is not their care
Yet music wafts and spirals unchained
From this plucker of strings on the street
Some stop and listen, and some even hear
And some actually tarry for tune
A drop in the bucket, a dollar or two
Virtuous talent so sparsely remuned
Then out on the sidewalk, an angel appears,
A child, so young ... maybe two
He cranes his neck to the towering harp
And watches wide-eyed at what fingers can do
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