This Poem was Submitted By: Norman S. Pollack On Date: 2001-05-21 17:04:55 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Music Box Dancer

Note before reading: It would be far better for you to read this with (or sing along with) the music that it goes to. Here is the URL: http://www.unsoft.com/music/musicbox.html or click on it in the notes section of this post. You can also copy the URL and paste it into your browser.  There will be a few bars of intro, and then "start singing". MUSIC BOX DANCER You walk in the room and you're wearing a frown, Reach for the shelf and cradle it down. The Music Box Dancer, what does it prove? Only that we need to see a statue that moves. A tutu of satin, bordered with lace, The slender lines, the agile legs, the wonderland face. Her beauty is balanced, an immovable pose, Eternally she is destined to remain on her toes. Music Box Dancer, she is only a toy, We project upon her our dreams of wanting life's joy; She's perched on her stand, and she never will part, A final gaze upon her, now the music will start. You wind the doll up, it's nostalgic because You've been here before, so give one final pause To dream of the future, to reflect on the past, Music Box Dancer start your whirling at last. The room fills with music, such a cute song, Watching her go 'round and 'round, she's where she belongs; Bring joy to the watchers, spreading a glow, Whenever wound up, she'll put on a good show. Music Box Dancer, do you think or believe She could step off her box if she wanted to leave? So easy it is, twirl around with such grace, Staying in her circle, she remains in one place. Such a brief moment, a small time to spend, The dancing will slow soon, the music will end; In real life we're plastic, nature's unfair, How can we breathe life, how can we share The knowledge and insights hidden in tombs, We're all Music Box Dancers alone in our rooms; We sit on our shelves where objects reside, We don't allow the music to get right inside. Music Box Dancer's now completely alone, No winder or no listener, because nobody's home; How long before someone will re-wind the spring? The room will now be witness; and silence can't sing.

Copyright © May 2001 Norman S. Pollack

Additional Notes:
Note before reading: It would be far better for you to read this with (or sing along with) the music that it goes to. Here is the URL: http://www.unsoft.com/music/musicbox.html


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