When the strings of my heart are plucked in time, heavenly music will surly chime. Sought from a loom or a hunter's bow, I resonate vibrations both high and low. With an angel's voice, I can calm the beast. On my golden notes, your soul will feast. I am beautiful and grand as you will see, when you figure out what it is that I might be.
What am I? Answer: A Harp