Musicman

The music box opens

The faint melody floats lightly

Growing louder in her ears

But for a moment, she sways.

The little girl lifts her head.

Her hair flies out of her face.

The music glistens in her eyes

It means more than the lovely sounds.

Every spin of a chord,

Every note and charming bell

Tinkling sounds amuse her.

Make her breath swell.

The glimmer of hope

Amidst the dark tale of doom

Was all she needed

To notice light through the gloom.

Foes forgotten, fate flimsy no more

She sees the glow of the friend, sought for.

The music reminds her again to smile.

The musicman knew the strange tides.