Stumbleandrise

Blowing the dust of the ancient record player And most gently and tenderly as human digits will allow Slowly take an old record from its degraded sleeve Place it on the rubber playing mat the way you know how Lift the needle easing it into its grooves Sit hesitantly in front of the construct complete Waiting to see if something may go array The melody is sweet, and there's minimum distortion Listen for a while longer just to make sure Stand up and begin to walk away Believing right now and forever the sound is pure Resting now in a seat of comfort pondering the small things And then the song happens all over again Beginning to