Tuesday morning in New York
As people made their way to work
Traffic pushing and passing by
Began the day the music died.

As Autumn leaves fall to the ground
And people push and bustle round
Unaware that other lives
Will end, the day the music died.

And so began another day
While in the air not far away
Aboard the first plane to fly
Into the day the music died.

With the loud exploding sound
People looked all around
To see the fire burning high
Above them, the day the music died.

As people panicked everywhere
Soon a second plane was there
Into the South tower it flies
This is the day the music died.

Bodies burling in the air
With people running everywhere
And smoke clouding the clear blue sky
On the day the music died.

Terror filled those on the ground
As the walls came crumbling down
Fear and panic in their eyes
On the day the music died.

As smoke fills the empty streets
With debris falling at their feet
Hearing painful distant cries
This is the day the music died.

An eerie silence in the air
A look of loss everywhere
People can't believe their eyes
That today the music died.

While underneath the rubble lay
Those who lost their lives today
Their silent tears the world has cried
On this day when the music died.

© Christina
18th September, 2001
 

"In the wake of this horrible tragedy, a friend of mine in England wrote and said that Don McLean's "American Pie" comes to mind as the day the music died.   That's why I wrote this poem ~ because this tragedy WAS the day the music died for most people....and always will be."

I was sent this border in the wake of this tragedy and thought it fitting for this poem.