Records spinning
worn out
fading like a dying breath.

Each painful note
an expression of despair
vibrating
absorbed into memory.

We belong in song
sentimental & melancholy
moanin' low
a sailboat in the moonlight.

You showed me the way
one hand on your neck
the other swinging softly
each measure timing my release.

now it's me they have singing
it's i they now define
my thoughts dissected
exposed
analyzed.

Under this skin lives a tree
roots planted in soil
held down my melody
connected
a succession of colors
listless & profound.