journal of a writing man
Work in Progress
in the attic
three storage boxes, slightly tatty,
hold my vinyl record collection
unwanted but safe and mostly silent
as it slides slowly into dissolution
I named it obsolete a while back
now it waits in the dark till the process of decay
releases the tight-wound spirals from vinyl bondage
and frees the music again
perhaps then there will be a final instrumental sigh
perhaps there will be ears to hear it
perhaps, with the music, an accidental click and crackle
will tell once more how I loved them
John Bailey
Somerset, March 3 2002
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