The Anticipation in a Record's Crackle

By Saywisely

1 min read Aug 8, 2024
The needle drops, a gentle hiss,
A promise of impending bliss.
A dusty, crackling, whispered start,
That settles down a restless heart.

It's not the song, not yet, but soon,
Beneath the patient, afternoon.
The sound of possibility's birth,
The warmest sound on this whole earth.

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