Music Box In My Heart Poem by Maia Padua

A music box;
Softly wrapped,
Skillfully crafted,
Fashioned with care,
Polished without despair,
From a maker's experienced hands.

The secret within that little box,
The secret within its melody,
The beauty within its facade, unseen;
Even its simple melody, unheard;
Trapped, hidden inside my silent heart,
Waiting for the right time to play its part.

I dreaded when one wants to hear its music,
For when it plays a song, it falters,
Just simple melodies, drifted out;
My heart never sings a beautiful song,
My ear never hears any melody,
Dumb of every word played in the air,
Its melody, patiently waited for someone to share.

Time flies, the music box played,
I hear the melodies I long to hear,
Makes me wanna waltz and float;
It's magical sound that floats in the wind,
Makes my feet swing and trip;
And it's all I want to hear and feel,
The music that's brings you here,
The music, the love, only in you I feel.

You are my music, you are my melody
My song.