When the music died within my heart, a cold
And frozen feeling instant took its place.
Where once delight and joy of mine unfold
My heart to stone is turned to better face
The danger posed by late fair-weather friends
And con-men, who as friends posed skillfully.
My heart-strings broke. The song of joy here ends.
A newer tune is uttered mournfully:
A dirge lamenting deeds of evil of men
With lyrics sung by one who was betrayed
Most shamefully. No matter how or when.
In time, even most grievous memories fade.
But openness is dead. Nor do tears start.
That day the music died within my heart.