Record player

On a phonograph forgotten memories play

Lost sentiments that did not last

Tunes of thought that have been put away

Music reaching out of the past 

Drumbeats of passion cast

Cymbals echo fear

Strings of love, played out so fast

Sax of regret time so far now so near

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Each time I played on oldie on my record player, my heart started skipping from the warped memories, but each time the record played I was brought back to a certain moment. Love is that diamond stylus that
plays our pain.
j.

[Soren]

Beautiful words my friend. Thank you for the read and comment it is always appreciated

[Dylan Macadham]

A phonograph record, as a metaphor for time once endless in mind, now near.
...at least that's my take on a poignant piece :)