Low End Frequency

Silence hung heavy before the spark hit. My fingers, previously fixed against the wood, twitched. I felt the tension across the four steel strings strapped across my chest. Slowly, I pulled the lowest string with my right index finger. A deep, resonant thrum vibrated clean through the fretboard and into my chest. The scythe-shaped headstock hummed slightly in response. Solid. Balanced. The rhythm holds.