Going To Bed With My Bass

When I strum it hums, when it lays still it calls to me, enticing, inviting, biting, but that thrum that reverberates through my body every time I caress it, that what I live for, bouncing energy into the bodies of the patrons, causing a jovial reaction, (creation) that spreads like a fatal disease flopping, bopping, hopping. React, rejoice, embrace the bass, the creation of rhythm, the formation of groove, resonance playing the nerves like strings of its own body making the feet stomp, head bounce, blood rage, taking control of the very form we dwell within.