Music Note Chain

The note as fragile as a porcelain doll
Connected to its silver chain, it hangs tall
Whenever I conjoin it around my neck
I can almost hear the faint music, from its past
My great grandmother wore it when she was young
A gift from her father, she wore it with pride
In time shew grew up
And passed it onto her daughter
Who then passed it onto her daughter as time passed by
It was lastly given to her eldest daughter
That is where the chain stops for now
Until that child grows old and continues the path
At the moment, the treasured note lies with me
Whenever I look at it, I can virtually see the memories
I can imagine my great grandmother wearing it everyday
Like I do now
In the future, I will pass the necklace on
But for now it remains with me
My precious music note