A Resonance in the Shadows

I slipped beneath the hollow body of the acoustic guitar as the night deepened, drawn to the deep cavern beneath its curved wooden ribs. Nestled against the base was a lost pick made of dark mottled tortoiseshell, shaped like a miniature spade. Gripping my wooden staff, I planted it with a quiet clack to awaken the relic. Kneeling low on the dark floorboards, I balanced the triangular pick upright inside the gap of an empty wooden clothespin I carried over from the rug. When a gentle nighttime draft swept beneath the strings, the pick swayed without falling, catching a faint amber glint from the distant hallway. My musical hollow is safely guarded for the night! #Shamanlabubu #Customactionfigures