Like a pond that can't be separated from its shores, poets of flow and reflection ascend the way light suffuses through deep waters. Along comes Orpheus in faded jeans, a flannel shirt, down-filled jacket, and fisherman's boots. A floppy hat hides his florescent eyes. Plugged into a tree, his electric guitar's 108 strings each play an original chord, while the pond waves to the altitude of the muse's empyrean riffs.