Into darkness, my old friend.

I've come to talk with you again.

Because a vision softly creeping

Left its seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains

Within the sound of silence

"Everywhere, all at once. That's why if you put your ear close to speakers it might collect too much and that can hurt your ear"

Oh, and while the king was looking down

The jester stole his thorny crown

The courtroom was adjourned

No verdict was returned

And while Lenin read a book on Marx

A quartet practiced in the park

And we sang dirges in the dark

The day the music died

In your ears

It dissipates into the air like butterflies, or a cloud of dust.

Tell him about the day that music died

the music goes back again to be later re streamed to other people that might need it

It turns into memories and heat.

Let's assume the kid knows it's a recording. It's still a valid question.

Like where is the recording coming from when the kid asks Alexa to play a song?

I never thought about it, as I don't have kids, but must be a bit harder explaining a global IT-infrastructure than it was for my grandpa to explaining how a VHS works. On a generalised level, that is.

"And can you please tell me, oh

Where do broken hearts go?
Can they find their way home
Back to the open arms
Of a love that's waiting there?
And if somebody loves you
Won't they always love you?"

Really reminded me of this - the incorrect, useless, but poetic answer could be that it's just like with love. Into the open arms of the music thats waiting there.

It goes into the ears.

"Where do you think it goes?"

The music stays in your head until your forget it. Music only exists in your head

into our minds and into our hearts

To retire on a farm upstate, unless my mom lied to me 🤔

It goes out into the world, to be merged alongside all of the other sounds, until it can be recycled as "new" music and you can enjoy it again:-).

They should show their kid this.