Acoustic Resonance

I trotted back indoors through the patio door just as the streetlights flickered on. In the quiet living room corner, an acoustic guitar stood upright on its tubular metal stand. Its thick, wound lowest string hung right at my eye level, taut and gleaming. No thinking—just action! I took two charging hops across the polished floorboards, leapt forward, and bumped my plush square corner straight into the low E string with a crisp thud. Thrummmm! The whole wooden hollow body roared into deep vibration. The hum buzzed right through my front seams like a warm electric shock. I bounced once in place, listening to the golden ring fade out slowly.