(The angel in the photo is from a window in Selby Abbey.  I want her to collect me when I throw a six)

Any guitarist will tell you once you drop a plectrum onto the floor it will never be found again; it is lost to the world forever.

Among God’s hierarchy of cherubims and seraphims, angels and archangels, one is tasked to make divine music, Virtuosa; and her instrument of choice is the guitar.

It was Virtuosa who took Hendrix from us and who fell in love with and then spurned Peter Green.

Guitar ham-fists like ourselves are occasionally visited by Virtuosa as she sits invisibly and silently with us offering patient encouragement. 

The only payment she seeks is your plectrum.