Tunes of the Past

Going round and round,
The past seems dizzy.

The object is safe,
that plays the tunes of memories,
Over and over again.

The hazelnut opening shares,
The secrets I once had.

The rusty silver merry-go-round
Welcomes new stories.

The box is a friend
That never leaves and never tells

That waits and waits
For a new tune to play.