Galvanised Iron

Sound echo's around his head like the inside of a rainwater tank. His spine displaces from his body. He feels vacant. A ghost. Only dripping water and galvanised iron exists. His skeleton sits on a stool across from him; staring. Bashfully it plays sad slide guitar. Its wobbly jaw falls off. No voice. Only blues and cold welling echoes. The inside of a rainwater tank. At the least of time. There is music!