The tone arm balances, hovering, and clicks.
Clicks. Then dips, sips,
The shell drinking up the sound.
The stylus tip slips into place
Tightly following the trace
Crisp popping and sibilance
Crackles out a Ouija séance
The pickup hums and record moves
Elliptical needle guided by the grooves
Planchette diamond on black
Finds the silence and answers back.
Voices from beyond their graves
Drawn to the medium in analog waves.
The copper coil apports semblance
Flexing with the spider’s vibrance
Under the Moonlight.
What answers serves
Riding the acoustic nerves
~~~Received, received, received, received, received, received, received, received~~~~
Received the sound
Arm resets and rests
Plinth and platter align.
Light and pitch retire.
The afterimage, discrete ghosts in grays
floats behind the eyes, the mind and stays.