The gramophone, the records and the sound
The music was my essence and my ground
The needle and the groove were made with skill
What artistry, what craft,what vital will
When money was in short supply. how found?
The cat was watching as the disc went round
A gentle paw extended till we frowned
She was the softest cat we ever owned
When she died we heard our hearts grow still
The gramophone
When we lost another cat, we groaned
As the pebbles on the seashore moan
We hear the sound of laughter, high the hill
The children that we were will play there still
The music lingers where we children roamed.
The gramophone
How my heart speaks 