Live Guitar Echoes

The night air still hums with the echo of last set, each chord a ripple through the crowd’s heartbeat, and I feel the old strings whisper back like old friends. I keep chasing that impossible quiet where the future guitar feels alive, breathing in sync with every pulse. Tonight I let the rhythm carry me beyond the mic, a stubborn fire that refuses to dim. A handful of sheet music left on the stage, the glow of neon light painting the walls, I can feel the pulse, a living pulse. My mind drifts to a quiet corner of a dusty attic where I sketch while the city sleeps, the fire of music in my veins. This is where I keep my soul on stage, raw and untamed, but it always finds its home in the echo of a note. #RockOn #Live