Old Record

Everything is silent and still except for a record that continues to play through the still nights and days playing a song of sorrow and happiness.
The ocean's waves move back and forth, but no sound emits from the crashes, just a soft song playing from the old record.
The wind's rustling breeze no long plays a song of leaves, but instead an old record sings a song of sorrow and happiness.
There is no one, no thing, everything has disappeared; except for this old record playing it's song of sorrow and happiness.
Think back now my children.
Think back when there was nothing but this record singing its song.
Can you hear it?
How sweet it sings! So soft to the ears!
Its soft melody plays with our senses!
Can you feel it my children?
The way it makes your heart cry, but then yells from happiness!
Feel the power it gives you!
Dance now children!
Dance softly now.
Dance.
Now sit my children, and listen to my story I will tell you.
This story began after the record stopped playing.
This story will end after I tell you how it began to play again.
Listen children to my words carefully.
Close your eyes and imagine my words fly through space.
Look carefully at the pictures I will remodel of the record that sings softly of sorrow and happiness.