the needle pierces the vinyl’s vibrations
the tattoo gun humming a similar vibrato
tracing out the lyricism inked
from the needle-pointed quill.
a simple collection of songs
pushing play on the rest of my life
etching evidence of their existence
the duration is extended.
the song's bridge
grasping
emotions inside forcing majors and minors
to span the same line.
smiles shared shyly
“i love your shirts" shared quietly
sharpies scratch sloppily
a numbered queue arranged calmly.
flipping
the vinyl over
the other side a different collection of songs
yet this artist aligns.
promising to meet again
after sharing the same divine experience
you put it on shuffle
knowing they were just a coincidence.
you'll meet another
maybe, even rewind to the time
the simple collection of songs
heard live changed your life.
pinning up the posters
you hope for permanence
knowing that this playlist
needs no repetition.
the likes from strangers on the internet
the shouts from your friends
the looks from those in cars around
the out of body screams at live events.
this collection is here to stay.
even if it outdates
cds, tapes, records
came back.
so, you just pray this one will last.
