She plays her harp, though no one hears its sound
but does that mean the sound does not exist?
The music resonates through air and ground,
a melody no human can resist.
She longs for them to heed her sacred songs
and plucks her tunes through time so all may hear.
If only some would choose to listen, throngs
would soon be hearing too and drawing near
to be enveloped by the peaceful streams
that bring the music flowing to the ears.
Some lucky humans hear it in their dreams
and know its presence soothes away their fears.
The doubters claim the music isn't there;
for if it were, they'd hear it, they declare.