Syd

Heavy Vinyl

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 

 

Comments3

  • sylviasearcher

    Beautifully written

    • Syd

      Thank you Sylvia. Apologies for the late reply I've been really busy.

      - Syd

    • orchidee

      A fine write Syd. Well, I only asked for a DVD tape in a shop, and they looked at me as if I was mad - or 5 million years old! lol.
      They're not THAT old. They should get their finger out, and get some tapes in!

      • Syd

        Lol! You crack me up Orchidee.

        - Syd

      • Goldfinch60

        That 'needles kiss' is thrilling as it sets the music to your soul.

        • Syd

          It certainly does Goldfinch. Thanks for reading and leaving feed back.

          Glad you enjoyed - Syd



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