Zither by Tom Sharp

On his way down the Emei Peak, a monk sits and plays his zither. He plays like clear water rushing down the mountain. He plays like the wind in the pines in thousands of valleys below. When he stops, I suddenly see my view is dark and cloudy.

听蜀僧濬弹琴 by 李白 (Li Bai)

蜀僧抱绿绮，西下峨眉峰。为我一挥手，如听万壑松。客心洗流水，馀响入霜钟。不觉碧山暮，秋云暗几重。