While busking outside one of the Theatres in Stratford Ontario, I was approached by a gentleman with a heavy heart. In his attic there was a harp - a neglected and lonely Troubadour; she had been there for a number of years and with every passing year he acquired another layer of guilt. When he saw me, he saw deliverance. He gave her to me; she became Esmerelda.
When she sang it was the sound of angels and arielles of heaven and earth - and when our voices entwined it was pure joy. We have been together for a while now and have travelled thousands of miles sharing laughter and tears. We are here on this CD for you to enjoy.
This Harp which I wake, now, for Thee