“Zing! Went the Strings of My Harp!”

There is something mystical and mysterious about the harp. People are at once enchanted at the sight and sound of a harp. We look and listen with curiosity as a harpist waves hands elegantly over strings that seem to hang in midair while heavenly sounds tear at our hearts. There must be a secret, don't you think? Something that doesn't meet the eye. An angel? A halo? A connection to the divine? But of course, all of the above! And more! I want to tell you all about it.

Folklore, Poetry, and Music

Combining folklore, poetry, and music selections performed on the harp, my educational and entertaining presentation offers a glimpse of the harp's history, a look at how it works and how it is played, a demonstration many of its special effects, and a generous selection of wonderful harp music.


Please contact me for pricing and more information about ZING!.

PHONE: 415/551-7866


Brian Swager, D.M.


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When in death I shall calmly recline,
O bear my heart to my mistress dear,
Tell her it lived upon smiles and wine
Of the brightest hue, while it linger'd here.
Bid her not shed one tear of sorrow
To sully a heart so brilliant and light;
But balmy drops of the red grape borrow,
To bathe the relic from morn till night.

When the light of my song is o'er,
Then take my harp to your ancient hall;
Hang it up at that friendly door,
Where weary travellers love to call.
Then if some bard, who roams forsaken,
Revive its soft note in passing along,
Oh! let one thought of its master waken
Your warmest smile for the child of song.

Keep this cup, which is now o'erflowing,
To grace your revel, when I'm at rest;
Never, oh! never its balm bestowing
On lips that beauty hath seldom blest.
But when some warm devoted lover
To her he adores shall bathe its brim,
Then, then my spirit around shall hover,
And hallow each drop that foams for him.

"The Legacy" by the Irish poet, singer, and songwriter, Thomas Moore

updated: 16 DEC 2015