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

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