Ike, lazing on a tree stump, felt the cool breeze that played with leaves around him and his fingers worked like magic over strings of a guitar. A gentle melody flowed around, warmed by the soft hum of the man singing about something dear to his heart. He seemed lost in thought momentarily as his eyes fluttered shut.

A group of children, between the ages of six and nine, was seated cross-legged under a shady tree in front of him. Their delicate faces reflected terror and astonishment as they searched for a plausible explanation. They could not move and remained still, half-fearful lest they disturb the soothing air tunes that Ike was letting out from the guitar. Usually spirited, they sat utterly still and enjoyed the moment.

The soft humming of Ike intertwined with gentle strumming of a guitar, giving the very first and quiet chat to close this entire group off. Such moments will become priceless-certainly a special one since the music seemed to bind Ike to children, who got permeated by a language of melody.