The lake ran deep, an eccentric rhythm of gentle waves to a symphony of bird call hornists and a choir of cicadas. A gentle, steady melody accompanies them: every note a breath - the end of phrase an exhale. In, out.... In, out... Vibrations in the guitar are cast around the lakeside like pyrotechnics. Flickers of sonic light, a vibrational firecracker. As the sun continued to fall past the horizon, the birds retired to their nests for the evening and bands of frogs began their nightly...