Pounding The Keyboard

  Six years ago today It was a rainy night Skies were dark Streets were wet Heart was dry There were no stars visible Except for one It floated in front of him Hazy And when he blinked It shone And drifted slowly It traversed to the skies To adorn the black clouds To become unreachable For his human hands  

  How I wish, how I wish you were here We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl Year after year Running over the same old ground What have we found? The same old fears Wish you were here…        My niece asked me if I wanted vinyl copies of Pink Floyd albums. She’s currently in Poland and has stumbled into a record bar that sells glossy vinyl records. A lot of people are saying that vinyl sounds better than CD. I don’t know about that, what I know is with repeated plays, vinyl records develop this annoying hissing sound. CDs don’t do that, and it’s so easy to choose a song on a CD. But when I was younger and CDs were still just a figment of imagination of some engineers, I remember getting sort of high and happy whenever I enter a record bar and see these vinyl records with their vivid covers. And a vinyl in its cover is a lot nicer to hold in your hands than a box of CD.      There are two hitches with this plan of...