What happened when the Song died? (Acts 3:13-15)

In the first chapter of the Gospel of John, we find these words:

^{John 1:1}In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. ²He was with God in the beginning.
³Through Him all things were made; without Him nothing was made that has been made. ⁴In Him was life, and that life was the light of men. ⁵The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it.
¹⁰He was in the world, and though the world was made through Him, the world did not recognize Him. ¹¹He came to that which was His own, but His own did not receive Him.

In The Magician's Nephew,C.S. Lewis paints the picture of creation like this:

In the darkness something was happening at last. A voice had begun to sing. It was very far away and Digory found it hard to decide from what direction it was coming. Sometimes it seemed to come from all directions at once. Sometimes he almost thought it was coming out of the earth beneath them. Its lower notes were deep enough to be the voice of the earth herself. There were no words. There was hardly even a tune. But it was, beyond comparison, the most beautiful noise he had ever heard. It was so beautiful he could hardly bear it....
The eastern sky changed from white to pink and from pink to gold. The Voice rose and rose, till all the air was shaking with it. And just as it swelled to the mightiest and the most glorious sound it had yet produced, the sun arose.

Imagine going to a performance at Symphony Hall, enjoying the music and the artistry of the conductor, the musicians, and their instruments. You watched and listened as the conductor gave directions and cues, and the musicians breathed life into their instruments--either literally (by breathing into brass instruments and woodwinds), or figuratively (by drawing their bows across the strings)--making those instruments sing beautiful music. Imagine if part way through the performance, the instruments took the life that had been given them, and turned on the musicians and the conductor, killing them all.

Imagine an author writing a book, laboriously penning words on the page to create a masterpiece. Imagine that those words jumped from the page, grabbed the pen, and stabbed the author to death.

Imagine a painter, almost finished with a beautiful seascape, when the paint decided to jump off the canvas and out of his cans, drowning him in the paint.

Or perhaps actors are gathering together to rehearse a magnificent play before the playwright. As he's giving them instructions on how to perform his work, the actors decide they don't want to do it his way--and run him out of the playhouse, hanging him from the marquee.

The artwork killing the artist. The actors eliminating the writer. The words rebelling against the wordsmith. The instruments destroying the ones who give them their song.

Inconceivable.

And yet, that is precisely what we did on that Good Friday so many years ago. The creation killed the Creator. The paint destroyed the Artist. The instruments murdered the Song.

Peter offers explains what happened on Good Friday in Acts 3:

^{Acts 3:13}The God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, the God of our fathers, has glorified his servant Jesus. You handed him over to be killed, and you disowned him before Pilate, though he had decided to let him go. ¹⁴You disowned the Holy and Righteous One and asked that a murderer be released to you. ¹⁵You killed the author of life...

(Note that one of the most glorious "BUTs" in all of Scripture occurs right there where I left off....but that jumps ahead of our narrative just a little bit!)

What did it mean to have killed the Author of life? What was it like when the world caved in? What happened when the Song died?