The hum of a patient amp wraps around your moving lips A silent symphony screams in my ears but grows silent as the clean ring of a guitar flows from your dancing fingers
Dial up the gain I can hear the toast crumbs against chilling marmalade hear the sing of smoke-ridden lungs with the crisp chirp of an early bird.
Touch:
Callused taps steel strings warmed from fleeting fingers sliding up and down the brisk wooden limb waking up from its slumber.
Soft groove of a joystick sweaty plastic buttons you were the exciting buzz that vibrated in my palm when I hit that combo