Water Music for sleep

The needle,
the consort of vinyl,
the constant contact,
its point- the touch of reality.

Tracking its concentric circles,
it plays suite no.1 of Handel's water music-
somewhere in Hanover,
King George I smiles in his tomb,

eyes closed , remembering,
the evening on river Thames in 1717;
needle assuming a bigger circle,
suite no 2 starts filling up the room.

The middle of the musical piece,
George I caught up,
in the spell weaved by Handel's music,
the breeze bringing the river's smell,

mixed with the second suite.
Suddenly,
needle overruns vinyl;
Time for B side,


Cover says,
it is musical for royal fireworks-
London bridge illuminated
stars shower down into Thames in 1717

Here,
in my room, sometime in 2013,
needle runs out vinyl again,
light dimmed, I sleep soundly.