Billie Holiday - "i'm a fool to want you"

to the miniscule point of contact, coalescing harmony of the needle and the vinyl, grooves analog audio output- (mechanical rotations) blending sounds that are akin to a flower gently placed behind your ear whispering sweet nothings -- i'll weep b/c of its relevancy - code breaker, do you need a key of corresponding letters to symbols? - logically, you're stringing me along to an inevitable bad ending - i've heard enough love songs to know -- no blame, just a complicated matter in love -- and like clockwork it manifests itself this ending over the phone -- i can put it in words effortlessly -- with the jazz over yonder -- blaring trumpet solo work -- drifts away