Unfiltered electronicallyA Poem by poeticpiers
The harpist playing quietly
Still holds his audience entranced
They sit and listen silently.
Because the volume’s not enhanced.
By any artificial means
No microphones or loud speakers.
Exactly as it would have been.
When harpists played in by gone years.
A master of his instrument.
He’s proud of his ability
That all he does is by intent
And not some form of trickery.
Each string he plucks deliberately.
His listeners hear immediately.
Saturday, 05 May 2012
© 2012 poeticpiers
Added on May 6, 2012
Last Updated on May 6, 2012
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