Songs so sweet
Only from little birds can they come.
Twirling like dancers,
Beautiful and elegant.
The songs of my spirit
Captured in a music box.
I have always held it dear,
This music box that holds my soul.
Few may see it,
Fewer hold it,
And rare is the person who shall open it.
But rare people have come and gone;
Some have seen it, and valued not its worth,
And others have held it with well meant intentions;
But oh, how I was deceived.
There are some who have heard the music,
But they are few.
Because others who held this music box
Let it slip through feigned friendship and castaway care.
Misguided, they cared not for that which I treasured;
My own spirit was cracked
And parts of my composition shattered.
So now I hold my music box close.
Not all who have seen it meant it harm,
But I cannot take these chances anymore.
Only two may as of now hold it
For I know that they will keep it close,
As close as I hold theirs
But tell me,
Can I trust you?
Will you let me fall
And slip through your uncaring embrace?
Something so precious can break only so many times
Before it shatters into fragments of a soul.