The Harp
In the middle of the living room
The harp
that is seen
but not played
You see
The harp
is useless
without its master
its puppeteer
its creater
The harp can't be without
anyone to play it
but when it does
overcome this one flaw
Beauty
How can somethin
beautiful
come from an object
that is so
so
imperfect
and
so needy
It is not fair
that the manipulated
the played
the cherished
are called beautiful
But the sofa isn't
Nor the chair
Nor the table
hand-crafted; oak
EMPTY
But they are used just the same
but they can't make beauty
How fair is that?
The most useful things in the roo
ban not bring a smile to their Master
But a harp can.
So what are the favored items
the useful,
or the meaningless yet pretty.
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