EMPTY LA
LA Music Center, where the rhythms used to roam,
Now it's silent streets, like a city's lost its home,
Echoes of the past, where the melodies would play,
COVID came through, turned the night into day.
Once a vibrant spot, now an empty scene,
No crowds, no sounds, just a haunting dream,
Loneliness creeps in, fills the vacant air,
Uncertainty hangs, like a ghost everywhere.
Artists left adrift, no stage to call their own,
Frustration in their hearts, where the seeds were sown,
Dreams put on pause, in the shadow of despair,
Searching for a sign, in the stillness there.
Echoes of the laughter, now just memories,
A city's vibrant pulse, brought down to its knees,
Loneliness and doubt, in every silent hall,
Frustration in the silence, where we used to stand tall.
Yet hope still lingers, in the empty space,
A city’s spirit strong, we’ll reclaim our place,
Through the darkest nights, we'll find our way back,
LA Music Center, ready for the comeback.
