when the last song is done, when
the sine wave of the last chord
is moving off towards the horizon ∞
in small and smaller and almost
imperceptible waves, when the vinyl disc
has stopped turning, the diamond stylus
circles, when from the two blue speakers
an ocean almost vanished softly roars
when the heart chambers flicker, and when
you are with me and hear all of this
then go and tell the others too: we
have taken leave of our senses
but can still, still, just be heard.
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