Where Music Takes Me

WHERE MUSIC TAKES ME When I close my eyes and relax Put on that old analogue LP disc The vinyl version, all nine tracks And of any interruption, no risk Soon I am due to be transported To a cold and dark region of space Where spurious feelings are sorted And of the world I know, no trace The melody rises up and seduces Drawing me into that nothingness It takes me wherever it chooses Of wonders, there couldn’t be less Notes and harmonies swirl around Softly stroking my heart and mind I’m floating high off the ground Light years from the daily grind With no complicated arrangement That tune haunts me every time Simple, yet somehow heaven-sent Any lyrics then they would rhyme As the last track is gently ending The focus in my brain dissipates From high I am slowly descending Another journey merely reiterates Silent except for soft ticking sounds The needle rests as the record turns Such an analogue recording confounds But to hear it again, my heart yearns