Text inspired by the American song Pie sung by John Mayer

The day, the music died.
all this day long like a life,
this day, my pages cried.

when memories won’t replay,
the same way.
When my ears won’t relay,
cannot convey.

The day, my music cried,
all this day belong to my life,
this day, deathly silent carried.

When new memories are mute,
becoming the deathly nut.
When my healthy ears have shut,
turning my life, in heavenly note hunt.