• Michael Dahdal

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