The record was not mine
It was a piece of buried treasure,
I brought it up to the light,
And claimed it.
At first I got nothing from it
It challenged me,
Reluctant to relinquish it's sweet notes
To vibrate the air once more.
But the moment I got it to play
The music bewitched me
And held me grip in its power
I sat for many hours
The notes spiralling around
Always to fall in the same place,
The cycle unbroken.
My brain was whirring while my heart was singing
My hands found pen, paper, as though under a spell
And I sat and listened until I had it sure
The equation of the music.