It's so Lovely

I used to wonder a lot
if  music was a material thing
sitting on couch cushions or underneath tables
closing the sliding glass door or humming my rambles,
but  I've declared it never could be,
My attraction to my sorrow
too intensified by pleasurably distant sounds of what you used to play in my childhood home
or anything I would play in my room
ripens my soul unfathomably;

old speakers half the size as me
pleasantly paired with a turntable and $1 45's from the antique shop
they ask me how I find these pieces
but I know they haven't looked
only buying records at the shops that know how to hook
you with gloriously untouched vinyl
yes but isn't it so much more interesting to purchase a $4 one of one of your favorite classics
a few scratches
and that one song keeps skipping
yet it's beautiful to wonder how many times someone else listened to this album
to think of them playing it over and over
or that time they threw a party while they're parents weren't home and they almost broke it
and maybe even romantically lonesome nights in their bedroom
wondering when things will be better

what if they were just like I am right now with that record
lying on their floor counting days mourning temper;
that's crazy
that's surreal
that's far fetched
and...
unbelievably lovely

yes so lovely that I know in my heart
music could never be lost
like clothes or bobby pins
incomparable to material things
when I die screw the flowers
surround me with songs
I used to love
I still will love
and give away my records away  so someone can imagine just like me
where they have gone and what they could mean