An Elegy to Good Music

The soundtrack to our lives, composing all our memories
with a voice of truth spoken by guitar strings, or the piano keys

Each chord you struck was an emotion, each word developed a story
But mainstream took that away, and gave technology all the glory

With your death goes the ability to "walk to the beat of our own drum"
So now we walk to autotune and lyrics that are dumb

But on my ipod, a tribute to you will always remain
where i can still hear you sing to me
about the things in life the radio couldn't begin to explain.