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| WIlliam Zeitler, dressed as Benjamin Franklin, who invented the instrument |
It sits on its wooden platform
Its center, a long tube of cork.
Glass rings of various sizes,
And on one end, a crank.
When he wets his fingers,
And lays them gently atop the spheres,
Then slowly turns the crank,
A miracle occurs.
And we are reminded of ponies,
brightly painted, on carousels;
Of children all bundled in rich velvet coats
While snowflakes fall on Christmas Eve
And crystal bells sing out with joy.
We remember a time,
Which never was ours,
A time awakened in our hearts
By the glass armonica.
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