Music Box In My Heart

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