The day the music died

 

The day the music died,

I walked out of your life.

When the final guitar

rang loud,

I faded into the night.

Drifted away

like a melody

of a memory,

I once

remember

humming

back in the day

 

When the

screaming began,

I swirled

into the bass beneath.

When the

taunts and sneers

started to

sing in my ears,

when the ring of torment

was all I could hear,

I disappeared inside.

I sank into the

lake of music

in which I'd hide..

I drank it down,

drowning to escape,

the torturous look

in your eyes.

 

The day the music died,

I lay in the dark

and let the thoughts play.

On repeat, a needle skipping a beat.

I'd listen to conversations

in the backing tracks,

I'd find traps,

in the backwoods of the words,

ready to snap shut

and keep me in their worlds.

But instead, I walked away,

I left to find myself again,

not the one that was left in pain.

 

I found a new sound

to dance to.

I listened to the rhythm lift,

I heard a special sound

with a magic gift.

I listened

and into the music I dived.

The music never died.

Just our song,

the tape chewed up

in the player again.

 

 

 

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