The record was not mine

It was a piece of buried treasure,

Left behind.

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.