Records

[the facade]

Records

See them:
A needle is applied,
carving deeper and deeper,
always
aiming for the empty void
from which all stems -
all there was and ever will be -
yet never reaches.
Without heed
they run in tracks
always
meeting the same end.

But, against the grinding needle
they sing sweet
tunes, telling of their secrets.

[expressionism]

This reminds me to psalms from the bible, that our fate is the same on this world, and that those who seem so happy and carefree, will eventually be swept away like anyone else. it's not nice, but it also gives a certain satisfaction - that no one of us is really singled out for suffering, even though it may appear like that. perhaps it's a good idea to revere death a little... it leaves the sweet tunes alive, but it gives humanity a common fate which binds us close, because we don't love enough to create the true bond.