Harp in Heavens

Before the world fell asleep, I was pulled and driven to the beauty and spirituality of the harp. It was as if I knew something was pending and found refuge in the harp before the secret was out, and before the Pandora's box was opened. Before the world closed its doors, I extended my arm and reached out to the harp and embraced it to my heart. The harp was the light in my life and brought me through the darkness, offering ethereal joy, lightness of spirit, freedom from confinement, opening my world beyond the four walls; allowing me to enter into the beyond, the past, the unknown and the mystical. I have always found solace in music, it takes me someplace, the intervals, the vibrations move my soul and free me in ways, no other element of life can. And then there I was caressing the harp, feeling like it was an extension of my arm that led me to the path of the heavens. And whatever this world may bring, and whatever we felt helpless from, the harp in its delicate and fragile way, brought me strength to be uplifted from the mundane into the ethereal.