The Music

Vehement melodies transport me to a palace of imagination,
Harmonies coil around my heart,
Like the most delicate lace snowflake
Disoriented in a raging winter storm

Prima ballerinas pirouette, memories unfold
Inside a conservator of oracles,
Fastened by a flimsy latch,
Yet protected by those who care

It is a part of me,
The backbone of my heart,
Melancholy tears me open
At the nightmare of losing it

Passed down to me,
From someone I love,
My music box is a part of me,
That I will eternally worship