Blind Harpist

"Before we delve into the silence of a cosmic tale, imagine a world painted in celestial hues, where a blind harpist's melodies unfurl the secrets of the sky. Join me as we embark on a journey through the whispers of the universe, revealed in each strum of his timeless chords."

In shadows deep, where darkness thrives,

A blind harpist played beneath starry skies. Fingers danced upon strings, melodies spun, Unveiling secrets hidden 'neath the sun.

Blind to sight, yet sighted in soul's embrace, His music wove tales of celestial grace. Strumming chords that whispered cosmic lore, Revealing mysteries seldom explored.

He sang of a Milky Way, a cosmic flare, A tapestry of stars in the night's air. "The tare in our dome," his words did sing, A truth unveiled from celestial string.

Oh, harpist, blind yet vision's key, Unlocking heavens for all to see. Your melodies echo, forever they roam, The tale of the tare in our celestial home.