she opens the music box
she fills music
into the air
in a stranger's stare
the man and woman
come alive
as the key turns
the heart burns
in circles
they move
silently lost
to be faintly found
what they feel
is not what they reveal
secrets concealed
yet the music box
plays on and on
the same song
the same song
January 13, 2008
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6 comments:
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There is something very beautifully depressing about music boxes, isn't it?
I don't know if I'd want one..
Music used to live in a box
The little girl opened the music box to see what was inside.. Music peeked out..saw curious eyes, saw an innocent smile..saw some birds behind her .. and the sway of the trees..heard a sweeper rustle up leaves and scrap on the roadside.. Music paused to thought.. and all this while they thought I was in the box but I'm everywhere.. I'm everything..I'm ..i am.. music is ur god. it'll never betray u.
that's what i'd say.
he opens the music box
and it fills him up
he has a fascinated stare
for the lovely pair
as the man and woman come alive
he takes a dive
into the forbidden
the hidden
and the magical tune
takes him by his hands
across the shimmering emerald seas
and the moonlit silver sands
to a world
where the keys have no use
the music and the soul
together fuse
and the music box
plays on and on
the same song
the same song
(i know its a bad habit :\)
jazz- i know.. its the pattern.. the endlessness of it.
love- :) i love you.
there is something about this post which is disturbing me..
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