In the attic of a shop
Filled with endless antiques
I revived the music box –
Old
Dusty
Beautiful
I cranked its lever gently.
The cylinder rolled slowly
As did each tinkling note
Plucked from the comb –
Nostalgic
Painful
Sad
Asking why I had forgotten.
It was too pricey for my purse,
That tune of times gone by,
But I cherish its melody
Inspiring
Encouraging
Incomplete
So I shall fashion a tune of my own.
Morning's Early Dark 