The silent harp conceals her pain,
none plucking at its silver strings.
She longs to feel a human hand again
Caressing her seductively,
drawing music from her soul
The silent harp conceals her pain.
The bards are dead and silence rules,
within the empty marble halls,
She longs to feel a human hand again
Her gilded splendour is decayed.
Years have passed since she was played.
The silent harp conceals her pain
Shadows hold where music reigned,
There is no light or revelry.
She longs to feel a human hand again,
To play the airs that once she knew
long years ago when she was new.
The silent harp conceals her pain,
she longs to feel a human hand again.
Revised
11 March 2007
ivor .e hogg
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/painful-silence-3/
