Poetry: The day the music died - by Andrea Sherwood

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by Andrea Sherwood

Created on: January 20, 2013

We were a glorious symphony.
Each kiss was an arpeggio
Leading into a hopeful chord.
Each embrace was a 1-2-3
Waltz, easy going and comfortable.
Each touch was a drum roll
Preparing for a cymbal crash.

The day you said goodbye,
A lonely trumpet played a heart wrenching
March as you began to walk away.
Until the notes faded into the background
And I could no longer see you.
The last chord broke the silence,
A cacophony of wrong notes
Struck on the broken keys
Of an out-of-tune piano.

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