Vinyl Remnants

In the thrift store, I stumbled on grooves,

a vinyl forgotten, each scratch softly moves.

Dust on the surface like memories worn,

but I place it in silence, a ghost being born.

The needle touches down, a shiver takes flight,

as echoes of past haunt the stillness of night.

With every pop and crackle, the years start to swell,

songs seep through shadows, a magical spell.

In the corners they sway, those specters of yore,

reminders of moments, the life I adore.

Yet amidst all the music, a tinge of despair,

a fleeting reminder of time's gentle snare.