When you stop desiring the noise, 

it becomes time to abandon the song. 

To write new chords, happy melodies 

to the beat of a different drummer or two. 

The craving had been put on repeat 

and the heaviest drop now seems oddly tame. 

The record couldn't help but skip 

on such old, warped vinyl; 

glued back together for its very last spin. 

The memories this tune brings forth 

are inextricably linked to its timbre and depth. 

But, in the good graces of our creator, 

a new bond with life can now be formed 

to seek the frequencies of inspiration, 

and we will dance and rejoice 

in the vibrations with our brethren.

So let us face the music, 

oh fiery conductor, 

as we cross into the fade.