As soon as Eve plucked the first string
the leaves began to whisper overhead
ripples of pleasure rustling from branch to twig.
Butterflies drifted from flower to flower weaving a melody only they could hear
When the music paused so did the leaves.
The birds began chirping to fill the quiet
Eve paused to spin to folk tale while a newly spun spider web vibrated in the ripples when she resumed playing.
The cicadas and one elderly lady in purple accompanied her with their voices.