As the key is being wound clockwiseThe gears turn silence into tinkering music
The ballerina gracefully spins... dreamily
You imagine how it'd be like to dance with her
a figurine with legs so slender....
But the music dies away and she slowly halts;
Lifeless... you wind the key again....
Everything now springs back to life;
but nothing is orchestrated,
even if You try picture someone's face on the figurine,
the music is always blindingly the same....
Nothing has changed... even as I begin to sing
to the lyrics of the music,
your gaze unaltered: a dreamy daze...
thoughts fly through those dark eyes
Love is like a musical box;
it's not magic, it's not the music....
Romance lasts as long as the key can still turn
But how much longer before the gears stop to churn?
Life is like a musical box;
We sleep, we eat, we grow and breathe....
We dance in our humdrum routine like machines;
until the beep of our heart beat slows down
and we are laid beneath the ground.
Cherish the music while it's playing
Hear the voice within your heart while it's singing.
- Written by Cynthia Chiew on May 20, 2005
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