American Pie

A long, long time ago
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile 

- Don McLean

I met a girl who sang the Blues, and I asked her for some happy news.  She just smiled and turned away.  I went down to the sacred store where I'd heard the music years before, but the man there said the music wouldn't play. And in the streets the children screamed, the lover's cried, and the poets dreamed.  But not a word was spoken.  The church bells all were broken.

Something touched me deep inside....the day....the music died.  

My blog is done.