5.25 Record of Memories {Drabble and a Half}

Spinning 'round and 'round,
Crooning out the same tune.
Each story, each song,
Every detail know.
Some parts skip, some parts stick.
Sweet they were, played again and again.
Scratched and worn, melodies of happy times.
Yet some others linger
Bringing frowns to the thinker, 
The needle moved on to a new song,
With a happy melody, a happy story.
The listener leans back and thinks,
Excited they were, that day long ago.
As the story unfold again in front of her,
The song continues.
As the needle pierces, her thoughts were triggered
To think of those days long ago.
The favorites are stored near by the player,
Easily able to be taken out and listened to.
Each one known as thoroughly as the next,
Sweet melodies and cool ones,
Sorrowful ones and short songs.
All kept nearby, played till they're scratched.
Spinning 'round and 'round,
never to be forgotten.