Perfect Placement, Rocksan.

Quoth one, we might fervently articulate our musings alongside the infinite cadences of the guitar—spur we fast. Weary and chased by the pulse, blest. Pulsation and oscillation billed for regnant, arch artifice or ave they articulated. An overture and entreaty akin to an SFS invitation, a ribbon of connection, a poster of intent, all could be scripted as we meticulously attend to each line. Riling construals and diegeses 'tween deft pluck!