my heart is a music box
waiting for the person
the person who is the holder of its key

melodic and slightly jarring
i draw people in
hoping that the key i hold

will unlock their heart
like the ballerina on her stage

I hope we will be like her
glued to each other

turning the key and letting
our melody ring

always knowing the way home

a brush stroke made to promise
our vow to stay alive

a pact to help each other
when no one else would even try

we all have different brush strokes
on the canvas of our lives

and how wonderful it would be
if you added one to mine