I found the poem on a bookmark that my aunt gave me. I bought my first harp (Hyacynth) when I was working nights in a nursing home. I bought Nina with money I had saved from playing. I’m still of fortune bereft, but I’m not materialistic anyway. I figure if you’re healthy, and you have what you need, that’s what’s important. To me, the poem means you need to feed not just your body but also your soul……and for us, that means H A R P.