Song Of The Harp Poem by Edwina Reizer

Angel play upon your harp.
Play it soft and clear.
If I listen long enough
maybe I will hear

all the tones that vibrate,
reaching through the spheres.
Angel play upon your harp
sweet music for my ears.

All the sounds that reach our young
are not too heavenly.
Their music is just so much noise,
I know it cannot be

music that an angel plays,
music that is sweet.
All they seem to want is
a steady throbbing beat.

Angel play upon your harp.
Play it night and day.
Maybe they might listen
to the silken tones you play.