Synopsis

In my mind’s eye, a serene vision unfolded: a lone tree nestled amidst rolling hills. Yet, my imagination ventured synthetically, conjuring the enchanting image of those hills concealing a colossal piano beneath their contours, where the black and white keys lay concealed. The tree’s roots, it seemed, extended deep into the earth, serving as the hidden six-string.

As leaves gently cascaded from its branches, they transformed into plucks, seeking to find their way to the clandestine subterranean guitar. Two imposing rocks, balanced precariously, resembled camouflaged Congo Drums, their rhythms harmonizing in a sweet symphony.

All of this musical enchantment orchestrated solely for those who stood still enough to hear it resonate through the very ground beneath their feet.