You asked me why the music stopped,
And I struggled for a sound reply
I squinted as the lights flashed on
A little too blinded to respond
You let go of my hand, rushing to leave
Your collected attitude astounds me
You asked me why the music stopped,
And I couldn't answer that for you
The man stopped strumming his guitar,
Though his tune still lingered in the air
His essence left when he did,
As though he was never even there
You asked me why the music stopped,
When the song in the headphones ceased
I unplugged the cord, put the album away
Went about my business without a word
It didn't seem to bother you much
You just flicked on the television set
You asked me why the music stopped,
For about the fourth time this week
You sat quiet and confused in my car
Watching the silent radio inanely
I found an answer, just for you
"Because you don't listen to the lyrics anymore"
Author notes
Just a thought I had, I guess.
A contest entry
- Contest for many types of poems, Prewrites allowed. by Systems Malfunction.
500 points, ended January 30, 2008, 46 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
so, what do you think?
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Beautiful though you had indeed. Music can affect people in so many ways. It can move people and it can hurt people. And this kinda reminded me of American Pie the song.
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Wow. This was amazingly done. I loved the ending. Ah, way too good!
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lovely.
loooove the extended metaphor! ohhh yess.
love the music, love everything. seriously great job.
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Beautiful thoughts, lovely words, great action..
Excellent is surely not the word for this..
This poem deserves much more than tht..
Music is for the heart n when the heart does not respond, music is of no use..
I loved this poem.
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I adore this poem.
I really, really do.
I love it very, very much.
It's really good.
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