Viynl

A needle hits a vinyl.
The screech doesn’t jolt me as it once did.
Crackles harmonise with the melody that instantly warms my body.
My mind travels to another world whilst the sound resonates around me.
The thin plastic still confuses me as it continues its dance around a pinnacle.
As the lullaby meets the still silence, I lay in thought.
A smile fills the face of a young girl.
Laughter echoes the room as impatience bites away at her gums.
The final gift is placed in its perfect state, wrapped with a bow, like most in the room.
A cloud fills her mind whilst the treasure is opened.
I watch the attentive eyes following the guide of a trusted man.
My body is warm as I observe a small hand lift the metal.
A needle hits a vinyl.