My head was turned
by the lyrics of life
that wailed from the black discs.
I gave up on your beauty,
Your gentle elegance and intelligent phrases
For the coarser sounds of
Sex and drugs and rock n’ roll.
We’re through you said
As you threw
Those bastard records, blasted
Into hundreds of pieces like your heart.
Years have passed –
Those black discs are gone and maybe,
I found you again
Like a long lost open book.