They never play the same song twice
Through the night
The music boxes
Spins round and around
The little ballerina in the pink dress
Repeats herself
Like stolen time
In a pirouette
Two to twenty-nine
And beyond
One song
One song gone
One recollection
The next one lost
One smell
And one scent I forgot
But it never stops
Infinity
In looping clocks
Spectacles with bifocal spots
Melodious
Beautiful
Enchanting
Painful
The memory of music