The Pipa Player Poem by Res John Burman
The Pipa Player
The right hand plucks
The music from the strings.
The left, pushing, sliding, caressing
Bestows it's soul.
She holds her instrument
Like a lover or a baby.
But it is the heart and soul
Of the pipa player
Meditating with her instrument
That sings and soars to heaven!
Copyright © Res John Burman 2nd November 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
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