"You are working through me...

...like vibration works through a string."*

Is it strange that the others all fade to black? I know there are others on the stage with you but they fade, disappearing into the surroundings as though simply a part of the room. Even the girl, who stands in front of you as she sings, becomes part of the background.

All I see are your fingers, expertly plucking the strings. All I feel are the vibrations, the low, sensuous rhythm that you coax from the instrument. I smile as you dance a little to the rhythms of your own creation. I know there are others with you. I hear the melody, the entirety of the song but the bassline is what moves me and you alone fill my senses.

It's just a shame you weren't barefoot.

*taken from Ghostwriting - Ron Hawkins and the Rusty Nails