The harp such a beautiful instrument.
Almost as beautiful as us.
Each string glistens in sound and each conquers in soul.
Each day we had also glistened in sound and each mightily conquered whole.
And now as you go down the line and pluck each string…one after the other.
After the other.
And so forth. Until finally, you come to realize there are no more strings to pluck.
For the harp has only a beautiful beginning.