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
- Author: Syd ( Offline)
- Published: February 17th, 2019 06:21
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 52
Comments3
Beautifully written
Thank you Sylvia. Apologies for the late reply I've been really busy.
- Syd
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!
Lol! You crack me up Orchidee.
- Syd
That 'needles kiss' is thrilling as it sets the music to your soul.
It certainly does Goldfinch. Thanks for reading and leaving feed back.
Glad you enjoyed - Syd
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