The Day The Music Died

I can't tell you what day it was,
all I know is the sadness that comes
from keys that need dusting
and pedals that are frozen,
from singing and dancing
that all end

because things change,
life goes on,
and sometimes,
music-makers forget

and the makers of the music makers
are left, shaky,
trying to hum parts of tunes
that have long been
shelved for bigger and better things

why is it that bigger and better
leaves me bereft?