A music box; <br />Softly wrapped, <br />Skillfully crafted, <br />Fashioned with care, <br />Polished without despair, <br />From a maker's experienced hands. <br /> <br />The secret within that little box, <br />The secret within its melody, <br />The beauty within its facade, unseen; <br />Even its simple melody, unheard; <br />Trapped, hidden inside my silent heart, <br />Waiting for the right time to play its part. <br /> <br />I dreaded when one wants to hear its music, <br />For when it plays a song, it falters, <br />Just simple melodies, drifted out; <br />My heart never sings a beautiful song, <br />My ear never hears any melody, <br />Dumb of every word played in the air, <br />Its melody, patiently waited for someone to share. <br /> <br />Time flies, the music box played, <br />I hear the melodies I long to hear, <br />Makes me wanna waltz and float; <br />It's magical sound that floats in the wind, <br />Makes my feet swing and trip; <br />And it's all I want to hear and feel, <br />The music that's brings you here, <br />The music, the love, only in you I feel. <br /> <br />You are my music, you are my melody <br />My song.<br /><br />Maia Padua<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/music-box-in-my-heart/
