The music Box

she would sit for hours and hours

hearing her music box play 

and close her eyes 

and imagine she was a ballerina 

dancing across the stage 

with a piano playing softly

 each move she makes takes her into fight 

so beautiful in time with the music 

she dances 

at the end of the dance 

a solo violin plays 

as she bows down  

just like a swan

in  swan lake

 

she picks up her music box

and watch the tiny ballerina 

goes around and  around 

as she watches the rain fall 

 

oh that was so long ago 

and she is not there

the little box 

is full of dust 

 it just stays there

forgotten in time

 

on a bright sunny day 

someone found the box 

took it downstairs 

and open it up 

to the amazement of  

everyone  its  still plays 

filling the room with its sound

who did this belong to 

they said 

 someone spoke up and said 

aunty told me about this 

but she could not remember 

where it was 

she said she sit for  hours and hours 

 and imagine

that she was dancing across the stage 

every moment she made was like 

air softly blowing in the breeze

just like air blowing in the breeze

she just close her eyes and let her imagination 

just fly