Dedicated with all my love to the boy with the harp. The title is the colour of his eyes, from outside right to the inside....just before you get to the sweetness of him!


Black, brown, black.

There was a time I forgot the tune of the song,
The melody faded into a dull yellow
And the music became noise.....
My feet got tired of dancing
And somehow I lost the rythm-
Until I met the boy with the harp.

He played it in my silence,
Strung the notes so beautifully
As I watched him play
From the far corner of the room.
It lifted me like the wind!
A beautiful, magical sound
That made me reminisce.....

You see, he was just a boy
Big hearted and untainted.
He played it so beautifully it got tears to my eyes-
This passionate boy.
This boy who changed my life
With something so simple.....
The music of his harp.



Poetry by she
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Written on 2007-01-23 at 14:56

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This is gorgeous and so true of what music can do for the soul She! Your boy sounded like something that the blues do to me....even a mouth organ used correctly can bring me to my knees! Good to get to know your work. Smiling at you, Tai
2007-02-16