The guilders are falling in the money box, clinking at the bottom. The clinking becomes a pattern, the pattern becomes rhythm. The rhythm transforms into music.
The pick-up forms a fix but ever moving point on the grooves. And here we go again, we know the start, we know the end.
The guilders are gone, but here are the grooves. The pick up is doing its circles towards the center of the universe.
And now your point and my point link together.
We’ve done it all before, but now we’re back to get some more.
You know what I mean.