His melody , that smooth jazz , his "voice"
I danced to it all night, bare and wild
We played it on repeat, on my old pod
Where we had our perfect songs and crazy delights

I kept that gramophone we bought in our century , I still play our serene songs among our love and tragedies.

When the night was dark , there was no moonlight, I couldn't find my pod or gramophone , yet I look for stars in the pitch black sky.

To the songs we cherished and loved in our delightful days , now we rewind our musical memories for a fraction of time ,when we have no shoulder and no other choice