Day the Music Died

Day The Music Died Some people still remember the way the whole world cried. The day the music ended. The day the music died. Hearts were shattered everywhere and dreams began to fade. People turned to walk away from all the plans they made. People that were driven somehow had lost their way. They cried and tried and some denied but the music wouldn't play. Guitars all sat abandoned like headstones on a grave. Horns and harps and singers too it seemed no one could save. Then somewhere on a mountaintop or in a valley far below A child born blind from the womb, the only one that didn't know. No fear had somehow found his heart no tears he one time cried. He had not heard, he could not see the day the music died. He made his way across the room unexplained on trembling knees. Sitting at a baby grand he touched the ivory keys. The sound echoed everywhere it seemed he sensed a teardrop glisten. As people all around the world all stopped and stared to listen. The darkest day now known to man had finally reached its end. Music had come back alive! Music lives again. Edwin C Hofert