We don’t know how but it did.
We were all trapped. Trapped in the awkward silence that made up the world.
We felt it in our bodies. Our own minds were fighting to open our mouths and speak. If we could only speak to one another. There were no more words, just a deep bellow.
And then we saw people on the streets. In desperation they were trying to shout, making weird gestures and for an instant I thought someone was calling my name.
No one would ever call our names. No one would ever hear our voices again.
What will happen to all the songs out there?