This Song by Wesley Dirmeyer

You can find my heart in a juke box
Songs speaking the words I wish I could
Music beats to my heart
Scratches on the record speak volumes
Skips are the mistakes in life
Where entire rooms stop and look
Smells of alcohol dreams
Pool cue confessions coated in chalk
Music stops with no more change to free our souls
Each coin a passion lasting only a few moments
Scrapes of bar stools cutting to the bone
I hear words long forgotten and so final
Vinyl cracks in bar stool seats
Feels like lifelines to loves lost and stolen
Cried tears and times forever frozen behind glass
Scanning lists of songs like past memories
Remembered lyrics and familiar tunes
This song is dedicated to
Remembering me, Remembering you

This is to show that language comes from more than just words. The environment can tell all sorts of stories if you’d just listen.