Thursday, 26 January 2012


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.

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