Music

A collection of dusty vinyls,

a variety of different styles.

Escaping from the worries of the day.

No one’s gonna reach me-in this world that music made,

in a low-lit room designed to get away.

Rhythmic beats in time open a peaceful passageway,

as I deliberately drop the needle in the groove, much like a vein.

Spinning like a top, the speakers crackle moan and pop,

the record player now-more like a time machine.

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A glass sweats on the floor, next to a candles flickering flame,

the music brings me freedom from a paper sleeve.

The melody transports me to another place and time,

as the music swells, the sax sings just for me.

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Voices mingle wildly, in a vocal wrestling match,

playful harmonies, make me feel so alive.

Moods now rearranged, comfort reveals a simple smile,

as I await another lovely ride.