Erratic motions

Hmm.

A sigh escapes his lips, eyes falling on naked steel and lacquered wood. His hands grasp the object of self-fulfilment, resting it on his lap, appreciating the curving surfaces and smooth touch on his skin. Pulling a plectrum from under the covers, he wonders what he will achieve today as he stands up, allowing the leather strap to carry the weight of the object, aching his shoulders as he bends forward and presses the power switch.

Instantly things come to life... liberated by this means of evoking raw emotion, one hand slides over the steel, while the other carresses the sounds which emanate from the amplifier... working a smooth sound which fills the room with his expression of pain, longing and gratitude.

With his left hand shifting into a controlled vibrato, he sweeps up into a quick series of alternate picking which results in a sensation of piercing his ears. A depression of his foot onto the pedal causes the volume to swell and the pitch to tighten, further piercing his mind... and then relief, the note relaxes into a lilt of the fingers as another switch is flicked... causing the rumble of sound to roll out into the afternoon rain, tainted by a sigh which settles the object back onto it's resting place, hands faithfully wiping the naked steel once more.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy