The Singing High Wire

The acoustic guitar resting on its floor stand looked like a wooden skyscraper strung with taut zip-lines! I couldn't resist testing the setup. Scrambling onto the lower bout, I scurried up the glossy neck and planted my plush feet firmly between two shiny metal frets. I leaned over, hooked both hands around the thickest copper-wound string, and gave it an eager pluck! A deep, buzzing *twang* echoed right through the dark soundhole, sending a hearty rumble straight through my soles. The whole timber body hummed like a purring cat under my feet!