Music Box Poem by angel lockheart

The key is hidden under my shirt,
The graceful chain embracing my white neck,
But as the key slips into the lock,
My ringed figures wind until;
The Music Box plays.
A new tune a new day,
The sw33t magical sound reverberating around the room,
Ricocheting off me, destroying my gloom
It fills the Empty nothingness of my world
Changing the grayscale photos to colorful life
The still pictures starting to Dance,
A little rusty, but Alive once more,
My mind learning the newness,
Remembering it and memorizing it,
Till I can Play it in my head,
The notes consuming the white Mirrors,
Reflecting my life Story,
The light my axis lifts to
Revolving around like a Carousel,
Building the road to my future
Dancing down the middle
My ballet my story my life.