A Midnight Strum

Nightfall summoned me back inside from the chilly garden deck, straight into the cozy parlor shadows! Resting upright against the mahogany bookshelf stood a majestic wooden acoustic guitar, its six metallic strings gleaming in the dim ambient glow. A grand harp waiting for a maestro! Scaling the adjacent stack of hardcovers, I reached across to the thickest bronze wound string with my skeletal right fingers. With dramatic suspense, I lightly plucked it. *Thrummm!* A deep, resonant vibration hummed straight through my articulated wire knuckles, filling the quiet room with a rich, velvety chord. I bowed grandly to the slumbering house.