Preparing for my
performance as I
tied my ballet shoes,
when i looked upon
the makeup table,
the vase with a
single red rose.
I took the small
antique box in my hands.
Can it play it's enchanting
tune once again?
The old clock was ticking
as i slowly turned
the little key...
Twirling behind her mirror
to the soft melody.
Delicate and gentle.
She smiles while dancing,
her pain has no voice.
Trapped inside her music box
only wishing to be free.
And when her blue eyes
began to sparkle, I realised...
that music box ballerina is me!