(no subject)
a man crafted a music box one fine day
the wood hardened and watered
the metal sharpened and primed
and on that day the coils curled
the mechanisms greased and drew
the box never played a song
nor was there any need
for past the beauty of the box
beneath the velvet brim
the bars landed on holeless spaces
and no one worried it.
for a song is but something heard
and rarely listened to.
the man made a music box which no one ever heard
the music box was never even opened to tell the truth.
the wood hardened and watered
the metal sharpened and primed
and on that day the coils curled
the mechanisms greased and drew
the box never played a song
nor was there any need
for past the beauty of the box
beneath the velvet brim
the bars landed on holeless spaces
and no one worried it.
for a song is but something heard
and rarely listened to.
the man made a music box which no one ever heard
the music box was never even opened to tell the truth.