Needle

He is playing the record again,

needle worn, over and over,

the memory in his grey head.

 

Old man keeping the sound alive,

in his loneliness, in his detachment

from all that he loved that was good.

 

Needle scratching along the groove

of all that was and is no more, in this

life of echoes in a sound proof room.

 

23/9/2020