Old Records, City Silence

The city hums the same bass line I once wrote for a band that faded into silence, and I find myself turning the old vinyls over, watching the grooves catch the light. I keep a small stash of sheet music in the drawer next to my lamp, a reminder that there are chords still waiting to be played even when the audience has moved on. Outside, a stray dog curls up on the curb, its eyes reflecting a quiet patience I envy. I let the silence fill the gaps between the notes, listening to the world as it passes by without my name on the marquee. #oldrecords #quietdays 🎶