14. MUSIC BOX A glance from the distance doesn’t give you the whole picture,
Just a small, ordinary wooden box,
Covered in dust,
Untouched in almost forever,
This is the toll the passage of time has placed.
A closer look tells a different story,
Blow the dust off,
Flick the lid open,
Underneath stands a tiny figurine,
Resting at the centre of a little disc.
Wind the key,
Watch the little doll dance around in circles,
Round and round it goes,
With light music playing as it continues spinning.
A little melody box,
Always singing,
Always dancing merrily,
Or is this what it’d like you to believe?
An illusion,
The deceptive miniscule fantoccini that keeps going in circles to the beat of the remorseful music,
Nothing but a mere puppet,
Under your fingertips.
When it’s compl
