Yuko Ishikawa

My name is Yuko. For years, I've played the harp at the bedsides of hospital patients—people facing pain, fear, and long lonely nights. I pour a quiet prayer into every note, trusting that the music can reach places words simply can't. Where I find myself now My harp has been with me through countless bedside moments—the sleepless nights, the hard mornings, the quiet afternoons when a patient just needed someone there. It's been more of a companion than an instrument. But lately, I've noticed its voice fading. The warmth and clarity it once had are slipping away, note by note. In a hospital room, sound isn't just sound—it's how comfort reaches someone. When the tone falls flat or thin, I feel it too: the sense that I'm not quite giving patients everything I want to give them. That's why I know it's time for a new harp. What your support really means This isn't a request to help me buy an instrument. It's a request to help me keep showing up for people who are scared, in pain, or simply alone—and to keep offering them something steady to hold onto. Every gift you give doesn't just fund a harp; it becomes part of the sound that reaches someone's bedside on a hard day. With your help, I can keep doing this work—not just as before, but even more fully. If you're able to support this, thank you, from the bottom of my heart. It means more than you know.