The Lyre
The lyre Hermes gave Apollo He fashioned From a tortoise shell. Once a water nymph Who declined An invitation To the wedding Of Zeus and Hera, This child who Took lightly the life force Became the instrument Of angelic sound. When Apollo’s Golden hands Touched those strings, They sang the story Of water, Earth, Air and light, Made Apollo God of music And redeemer of a wild girl Who would follow The course of her own mind But could not-- Or maybe did-- With Hermes’s help.