For the Record

“For the Record”

Silence.
The popping of a switch and the movement begins.
Round and round and round in the quiet,
Until trembling forefinger and thumb lift the cartridge and lay it down.
Together, the black groove and needle dance
Allowing the notes to escape incarceration.
Lifted head, lowered lids,
Breath and heartbeat synced.
For an hour, here is paradise.
Every end comes with the option to begin again.