When the Music Died

There is an eerie silence.
That's usually filled with sound.
But all that beautiful noise just hasn't been around.
Those beautiful quiet voices.
Those loud booming instruments
Have all simply turned into this sudden silence.
The applause that once raged
The cheers that once cried
Are all just memories in the back of ones mind.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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