The blue sound of vinyl

I have many a turntable, 

but only one syncs silently with my feel.

I have many a record of vinyl,

but only one sings softly her appeal.  

I have many a fantasy,

but only one I wish come real and true. 

I have many a fallacy,

but only one I wish to revoke and undo. 

When she parted me on a rainy day

I said to my invisible DJ,

I don’t know what goes wrong,

I don’t know why days become long.

Oh, when night plays my turntable,

I see her face shining again,

in the blue sound of vinyl. 

Oh, when the past plays my turntable,

I hear my heart chiming pain,

in the blue sound of vinyl.