Rhapsody
Cascading notes which rise and fall the harpist plucks from silver strings Expectancy then rules the hall. Then suddenly a lone voice sings. A rich contralto deep an strong, a woman’s figure simply dressed. The passion poured into her song will leave the audience impressed The Harpist plays, his daughter sings old, well loved country melodies They lift the listeners on wings of intertwining harmonies. The audience sit quietly to whisper would be blasphemy.
07 Jun. 06
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