let the album spin -
from beginning to end
the first groove...
ample anticipation
the gain and distortion fill the time
until the sweet note comes
I found myself amongst the cloud of static and grain
unknowing of the joy that would arrive
she is that pure sweet note
the one that fills the world with joy
the grooves sing her words and chant her name
what beautiful charm her song brings me !
I am but a pin—
a needle lost in the hay,
with no reason or way
To shake and twirl in her grooves
is my mission
to be the medium for her desire is the sole condition
her music is like no other
the notes dance, laugh, and cry
I cannot help but ponder
we were lost in the white noise
that build-up, sans direction
after, the needle found the groove
I preach and belt out
all the little things that she does
the happiest vibrations
her sweet song gives me purpose
spinning and skipping but never losing our timing
my silence for her song
what a beautiful trade!
of all the things in this world,
I cannot imagine being anything else
but the turntable
for her divine record
let the album spin my love,
and don’t lift a finger !
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