Music Box

"Music Box" Wind it up to work her magic Memories in a box unleashed with a flip of the lock Releasing a small plume, you dust it off and sneeze Turning the key to see a little painted ballerina in action Missing flecks of the dress she has donned for generations Time has worn her down She spins a few rotations releasing a tune Of Rock a Bye Baby, how mellifluous it is That brings you back to good times again A favor done for winding her up You give her life, she gives you a chance To recall when you once spent time With your mother in the attic And she thought you were old enough To appreciate this grand memento With cranks and pins and a dancer on top Mama recalled she was once that age too And shown an object, the very same A lone tear starts you crying Remembering she who is gone And how proud you were to take possession The dancer is bitter sweet While the music winds down She puts herself to sleep With her own tune for bed time Silence and thought take over the room Until the baby down stairs starts producing A whiny tune of her own She will have to wait though And the box will gather dust again Until the time is right