Chinese Harp, GuZheng, Zheng The angelic hum of serenity, The saintly appearance of kindness, Captured in suspended weightlessness, An introduction to an opus of fascinating proportions. And so an simple chorus of one readies to be heard By a gathering of few, by a congregation of many, By a glittering sea of Thousands.

The bridges, a forest, sustaining the thoughtful strings of the sky, The fine wood polished, gently giving the warmth of a tender hue, And stillness falling upon the captivated audience as a blanket of silk. The calm before the music is silver, heavenly snowflakes enchanting the atmosphere with Delicate purpose.

The notes, O the blessed notes that build the very fabric of music with their being, They pour forth as a waterfall of intricate melodies and extensive harmonies, Raging rapids of furious volume and fiery power, Gentle streams of soothing aura and elegant movement.

The zheng - it becomes a twinkling river of emotion, a flood of heart and soul, Passion rains down from the sky as tears of angels, sacred and spiritual, And an ocean of articulation and expression washes across the senses with majesty, Bringing one's heart of hearts to meditation, one's spirit to tranquil cerebration, one's very Mind to quiet reflection.

The songs become an element of the listening ear, natural and unforced, The instrument! A beauteous symbol of peace and inspiration, For while rumination and thought are awakened in those idle, The resonance of the harp transforms into a panacea for the soul, Curing all worries, abolishing all difficulties, letting one be lost in a glorious world free of Evil... for moments few in the everlasting stretch of time.

Let this grace be kindled ever further through the essence of humankind. Let our mentalities be led by the honest psyche of the zheng.