it is when
all you hear
is a bumping sound
with a few short bursts of
crackle,
that you realize
the songs have all ended.
you must flip
the record to side two
or change out the record
to hear new songs.
-it doesn’t just switch itself-
neither can you pick and choose
your music with play-list ease,
without the drop sound of the needle scratching
-abruptly-
the music must play from beginning to end,
the way it was meant to be heard.
This is something my children would not understand. It’s a perfect description of memory.
I agree. Had not my son become enamoured with my vinyl record collection, he would not have understood. Thanks for visiting.