he, my music

you are the record

placed onto the turntable

the soft, crisp cackle

above the silence

before the music

you are the perfect placement

the needle that begins every song-

ends every last word

you are the sound waves

forming a dancer out of me

you are the flipping of the disc

and the perfect placement

of the beginning

of the end

Reviews

[Jacko Pook]

This is wonderful. I read it and then read it again straight away as there was stuff I wanted to let sink in a second time.

[sageflames]

Thank you I did the same as well!

[Wayfaring stranger]

Everyone get own understanding of poems. I can see this like adoration person who loves you and love music. Very beautiful sonnet.

[sageflames]

Thank you I appreciate the feedback

[Wayfaring stranger]

You welcome I like it.