Thrifted Vinyl Reflections

Found a used condenser in a pile of vinyl dust, its mic head still humming like a memory of a song recorded in a pool of silence. The night outside is still, and I let the room's faint glow remind me that bright lights cut into my thoughts. I draft a line, then erase it before the echo settles, because applause feels like emotional litter and I only want the quiet that follows a note. My fingers move over old lyrics as if they were fish scales, feeling the pulse of water still lingering in my mind. #thrifted #solitude 🎶