for zoe

She dangled her legs off the side of the embankment, doing what she referred to
as humming. Others that were lucky enough to catch a few notes wouldn't know
what to call it, except for maybe an earworm, as she had one of those voices
that drift in and out of your life; coming and leaving at inopportune times.

The real magic of course, started when she pulled a small, oblong wooden thing
out of her coat. It was ugly by all definitions, but when she put one of the
ends to her mouth, the space around her lit up. Music flowed over the once quiet
stream below, but it wasn't the kind you could put a pen to and write down. Somehow
it were the wet rocks in the stream, the cicadas in the ground and the wind in
the trees playing the music; Haruno orchestrating it with her eyes closed and a
faint smile on her mouth.

Slowly, things began moving. The wind began to dance with the stream, pulling
away and pushing towards. Large boulders shuddered, and trees groaned as they
crescendoed towards a sharp crack; and became silent.