When The Music Stops
It’s awfully silent when the music stops
Yet the thoughts are somehow amplified. Oh, that deafening sound of silence!
Something dies when the music stops
One day you’re hot and then suddenly you’re not.
Just like that.
It’s difficult to keep dancing when the music stops
With nothing there to set the rhythm or the tempo
Feet all tangled, with nowhere to go.
I wish they’d play my favourite song again.
Just one more time.
Just so I can dance to that familiar beat.
Things aren’t quite as bright when the music stops
Sure I can try and dance to the beat of my own drum
But what’s the point in that?
It might just be better to sit it out sometimes, rather than pretend it’s all O.K.
I’d much rather dance to Life’s rhythms anyway.
But what should I do then, when the music stops?
Should I just tap my feet