Vinyl black as Jet
On Whitby cliffs
The needle smoothly lifts
Then delicately
touchces down like a 747...
To create as sound that\'s crisp
Feel it\'s contours
Rough yet smooth
Serenading your fingertips
Head back
Eyes closed
Vibrations born from needles kiss
Tranquil in this
Midnight hour
Cradelled in nostalgic bliss
Free me with your
Melodic power
My worries are eclipsed