The Music Box

'Round and 'round in tireless dance
To twinkling sounds in endless measure,
Painted figures in frozen stance,
Faces locked in eternal pleasure,
All pieces of a magic romance
As I open the lid of my little treasure.

Its worth is not in silver and gold,
A childhood toy or a lover's token,
But in the story of love that's told
In melodious tune and in words unspoken.
Of emotions sweet and glances bold
I dream or remember, 'til the spell is broken.

Mary-Lynn Allard
August, 1999