Legend has it
That King David
Hung his wind harp
In an open window
So that he could hear it
Throughout the day
As it transformed the energy
Of the wind
Into sounds of ear-pleasing music
But
Reality has it
That this Kingly Poet
Likes to have his lovely lady
Hangout near his open heart
So that he can hear her
Throughout the day
As she transforms the energy
Of her windy-soft voice
Into sounds of romantic love
Travel now I must
To the mountain top
And cast my voiceful words about you
Into the echoing winds
So that all the inhabitants
Of the earth will know
That you lovely lady
Are my heart-pleasing wind harp