The Science of Vinyl
A concussion booms sonically
from a cacophony of percussion.
A procession that runs
on wires
Amplified.
The needle feeds beats
etched in grooved disks, flat
as scratches mar
the once perfect surface that wax
and wane the ebb and
flows of prophets profane. Insane
lyrics tell stories
of lost days of glory,
from yesteryear. Hear
rhythms and words finding
harmony, that can only be matched
or found
in mathematics pure,
Sound.
Logically, vibrations are
pitched perfect into hairs fine,
like needles,
in the mind’s eye. Frequently
frequencies push and pull
emotions like jetsam and flotsam
a motion of modulation
of spikes and space
like being
Nothingness.
One could guess the affect
sound produces through effects
man made in past days
connecting to the present
a gift wished to open ears
and shattering fears
of broken continuums in time
we hear rhyme, harmony
Nonexistent.
Heads bang and fist pump
synchronized like swatches,
patches quilted into patterns
producing the fabric of our
souls captured imperfectly
as if with proton packs
stored and sealed
in wax.
