Music Box

Weaving many tales; a timeless melody.

Calling with assurance it harps uncertainties.

Fluid in its motion, eloquent in breath,

never in a hurry to remind all past regrets.

So catchy and inviting, so ghostly in the wake,

of thoughts that have been said and done recorded in its tape.

Never erased, never remembered,

leaving the hearers to surrender.

Diluted and strong, simple but long,

calling to the slavers of its lovely little song.

She spins around on arched feet,

but never leaving her nested sleep.

Laughing, dancing, shifting through the past,

this music ballerina has caught you in her grasp.

c. Kj Heier