The Harpist you are the harpistin your handsmy body forgets it is a bodyand draws tighttoward what longs to sound you barely touch me–and still, in the dark grain of silencea string liftsas though it had been waiting i am not the one who playsi am the Maybeno more than thatthe tremor before the note–the one that, when you fall silentdoes not come back to me Lyrics: Uma Hanaeda.Musical composition,…