the food of love

Your whispers fill me up and make me whole Etched deep into the vinyl of my soul Cold needle shapes the sound, lifts up and down As time and time again you spin me round

Your melody surrounds me like a web Dynamics of harmonics flow and ebb Your voice sounds like the music of a flute The beauty of your song now follows suit

And when the gramophone should start to turn My love from that first moment starts to burn The sound that resonates inside my heart Played perfect, note for note, from my own chart