Music Boxes

I always had a weird liking towards music boxes.

Sure, horror movies made them seem kinda creepy, but there was always a whimsy feeling that surfaced once hearing its tiny chimes of dings and dongs.

Ding~dong, here we go again

Ding~dong, same old tune

Ding~dong, around and around

Maybe I just liked the simplicity of it.

A tiny mechanism that sung a pre-built melody over and over as long as its user kept turning the crank.

Sing~song, a small refrain

Sing~song, silent words

Sing~song, floating through the wind

If you took any tune and put it in a music box, I'd imagine a waltz if played slowly enough.

Tiny mice and birds spinning and fluttering in circles through my room,

spotlights of moonlight cracked through the curtains.