They stand together as a forest
Harmonious in their movements
As they sway,
And tap their feet
In the same hypnotic rhythm.
They also stand free
Different as a birch to a pine,
Plucking away at their own strings
Making their own sound.
Each one hold the instrument
So close to their bellies,
Projecting such beauty
That you can reach out and touch
Like an apple on a limb
That is as ripe as their melodies.
Their notes mesh like branches,
The gorgeous masterpiece
Amongst the mountains.