the weight of my record collection
kept me up all night

I didn’t listen to anything
just stared at the spines

 

thought of those moments
lived not vicariously

those emotions were real
shared from the vinyl to me

thought of all the things
I could possibly do with my time

listening to records wasn’t the worst
making them might be alright

the weight of that collection
filled my empty hours

asking me questions
my jobs couldn’t answer

melodies generated
lyrics read
become the symphony
I carry in my head

filling the minutes
drugging my day

silent and invisible
stolen moments kept still