Readable Music: Guitar

The guitar. Steel strings, vibrato.
They clang, the player moving up the neck, the steel sounding more and more like tin.
making their way into the room.
A captive audience, nothing moves. The player on his stool, the stage with a microphone, an unoccupied set of percussion instruments behind him;
monitors too, but nothing but his plucking, up the neck, and back down, like ocean waves, smoothly moving in and out of them.
and out.
Steel strings singing sweet symphonies, like memories in the breeze.

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