Groovy Grooves

©2018, Olan L. Smith

Oh, sing to me you groovy grooves

Upon the vinyl disc so flat,

The needle finds its track

Physical melodies forever trapped.

Two dimensions with hills and dales,

Highs and lows so finely stamped.

Who thought of you, who first created you,

Not Edison I am sure. I knew

From ages past, a life before life

Itself. A disc of stars sinking down a drain

Empties out both here to there, yet not to

Drain the pond, but to always play the song.