When the Music Stopped January 16, 2005
Once upon a time,
You were a fountain of notes
Just resonating from the heart,
From your golden soul.
Then the day came
When the music stopped.
Bleak times were ahead.
It was as if your lover suddenly perished.
A seemingly unfillable void was left to you.
You didn't know what to do anymore.
Your golden soul was tarnished.
That day came
When the music stopped.
You just wanted to die.
You wondered around a perpetuating desert
That was so very, very dry,
Craving something to quench the thirst
In order to give your body life.
Music was like water.
When the music stopped,
Your life's spring just ran dry.
You just needed to escape,
To get away from this nightmare.
But then you know you'll always have the memories.
Memories never go away.
The memories pierce your soul of
When the music stopped.
You can never escape the memories.
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