A Gentle Hum

A tall wooden guitar was resting upright on its stand in the dim corner... Its strings caught the amber lamplight like thin silver threads? I paused, patting the metal stand with both hands to make sure it was sturdy. Slowly, I reached up on tiptoe and gave the lowest, thickest string a tiny pluck. Thrummm... A deep, warm note rolled out into the quiet room! The polished wood vibrated softly under my palms, buzzing like a gentle purr. I leaned my cheek against the smooth side, humming along until the last sound drifted away.