Old Vinyl Player

Your sound emanates beauty and takes me to dreamland, crisp as the early morning air in spring.

Whether busy or still, I’m taken away to a land of manifested dreams where answers are found floating on the surface.   

You wrap your arms around me unlike no other, understanding, uplifting, you always find the way to my heart. Your soft crackles reassure bringing smiles and warmth, watching you spin takes me all the way to France.

You sit silently, watching, observing, carefully listening, waiting to sing, you hold the keys with your needle, beginning slowly, calming before steadying, sending notes like gentle conversation.

I can always rely on you, and whichever record I choose, as I drop me on your spindle, you show the stars and remind, so much more to find. The soft clack of your voice, humming quietly, static, pop, you hold me tight and whisper sounds of life.