The right hand plucks
The music from the strings.
The left, pushing, sliding, caressing
Bestows it's soul.
She holds her instrument
Like a lover or a baby.
But it is the heart and soul
Of the pipa player
Meditating with her instrument
That sings and soars to heaven!
The music from the strings.
The left, pushing, sliding, caressing
Bestows it's soul.
She holds her instrument
Like a lover or a baby.
But it is the heart and soul
Of the pipa player
Meditating with her instrument
That sings and soars to heaven!
Copyright © Res JFB 2nd November 2009
Inspired by the wonderful music of my dear friend Liu Fang.
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