Music Box

When I wind the music up
and carefully lift the lid

A thousand thoughts and ideas
come to mind

Where has she been?
What has she seen?

There are two glistening broaches inside
Like tiny stars
that have fallen from the sky

They are handmade diamonds
ancient and special

The music box is as
beautiful as the sun
sparkling on the ocean

It is a choir just for me
Then the music starts
Slowing down

I slowly wake from my trance
And then
The music stops