Graphite Harp

trying to make a graphite harp

one that won't fall flat or pull up sharp

always liked the way they sound

don't stick around, they're just too tightly wound

too many strings attached

too many things made of wood show cracks

none will last a century

not for money or love, not you or me

see them in dustbins

see them in museums

look but don't touch, they stop playing too soon

angels in heaven, men on the moon

frozen in icecubes

pictures in the bible

dinosaur amber, the harmonies scored

parents are worried, children are bored

trying to let the top play in

wait, it gets better, an older Gibson

pre-war Martin, National Steel

newer's not real, they just don't have the feel

Stradivarius in time

sold at an auction, hell of a find

limited by fewer notes

learn it by rote but a harp's not a coat

can't be kept in the right mix of dry

still it falls in on itself by and by

none will last a century

meant to be played if its made of a tree

won't even live seventy

soon it's just furniture, firewood, free

'S why I want a graphite harp

don't look as good but it won't fall apart

keep on ringing, beautiful sound

bring them around when I'm under the ground

M@2010