The needle drops, the groove is tight,
A dusty vinyl whispers night,
The snares snap sharp, the kicks dive deep,
Like secrets that our hearts can't keep.
Your laugh's a riff, a piano trill,
It lingers soft, yet strikes its will.
In smoky rooms, where time won’t chase,
We dance in loops, a fleeting embrace.
Love's on loop, it spins, it sways,
Like records turning yesterdays.
The crackle hums, the rhythm stays,
Our hearts, they beat in replayed plays.
The bassline walks, a shadowed thread,
Your smile, the chorus in my head.
Your words, like scratches, cut then heal,
A melody I can’t conceal.
The moments skip, but don’t rewind,
Yet still, I find you, undefined.
In jazzy riffs and smoky haze,
You’re every song I long to play.
Each note a memory, tender, bare,
A chord progression we both share.
The needle wavers, but won’t stray,
Our love’s the track that never fades away.
