Death of Music

Music to dance, to sing, and play--
Father played that black round disc,
and it spins making my head spin too.
Gazing at the front and back cover,
absorbing every word.
Drinking in photos and graphics.
Gushing as little girls do--
Hear his sweet vocals sent smiles to my face--
On that fateful day,
before the sun had risen.
Rang went the telephone.
Breath of life taken, a soul gone too soon.
A first crush went too soon.
Gray clouds --
now follow.
Lost, numb. Would
the world be the same?
Years past. Joy returned----yet.
another but more powerful voice taken too soon.
Will the world as we know it be the same?
For the likes of our Earth, the answer is, No.

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