FriendBurst Blog

There is a lovely music box that sits nearby my bed
Each lonely night it brings me joy, sweet music in my head
It’s made of gold and ivory and lined with scarlet red
There is no greater gift or  treasure I would want instead
The tiny ballerina turns with elegance and grace
I know she  must be beautiful, though I can’t see her face
Hands above her lovely head, and poised up on her toes
Night after night she makes me smile as round and round she goes
It once belonged to someone dear..my lover and my friend
As long as it is here with me, the music will not end
Some  say that is is gone from me, no longer my possession
A  memory I will not lose, an old man’s sad obsession
But just because my body’s frail, my eyes gone dark and blind
That does not mean I still can’t hear sweet music in my mind