The Mistress had been up for a few hours already. Dressed in an elegant red kimono and purple obi, she sat on the back porch over looking the Zen Garden. She was
playing a dark wooden Biwa as the sun began to raise in the horizon.
Her voice was low and melodious as she sang the raising sun out from the depths of night. With a wooden triangle in her hand, the graceful voice of the Mistress and the traditional sound of the Biwa flowed over the Blooming Lotus. Her eyes now closing as her pace slowing grew in time with the strumming of strings. Going smooth one moment then building up, she stopped the strumming to sing in waves of high pitches then low. Hitting a string every now and again as she sang in Japanese, the sound of the Biwa then picked up again.