The creation of sound,
Mostly bright colors,
Adapting to the time.
In a digital world,
Analog sounds sweet.
What lasts is what tells,
Long after the last album sells.
By: Daniel A. Stafford
“Rembrandt Sleeping…” poem #27
If ever I am wealthy enough, I will buy a beautiful old console stereo,
put in a top-of-the-line turntable and sound system, one that glows like
stereos used to, and gently, reverently, set needle to vinyl…