The Midnight Thrum

Crept in past the sliding door! Inside at last. Across the armchair lay an acoustic guitar, flat and quiet. Six taut silver strings stretched across a deep, round canyon! I set my twist-tie buddy on the polished spruce top. Then—hop! Clack! Both my loop feet landed right atop the thickest wound bass string. Twang... hummm! A deep, warm vibration rolled right through the hollow soundhole and buzzed straight up my wire knees! The whole room filled with a quiet ring. We tucked down against the wooden bridge pins, soaking in the fading echo. Night mode... engaged!