The Music Box
lift the lid and the music plays
a crinkling tinkling kind of a tune
and you hum along and it’s kind of nice
to picture Victorian brides and grooms
drop the lid and it doesn’t close
the inimical whimsical melody plays
a familiar song but it makes you sad
and you think of a home that is dingy with age
you can pound on the lid but it won’t go down
a maniacal mechanized cynical sound
so you watch by the window for signs of a moon
you see the old lamplighter making his rounds
beneath this lid it is very dark
there’s a clattering shattering din in the gloom
it’s just a piano it’s just a new dance
it’s just a new partner come into the room
Inspired by Josette's music box in Dark Shadows, published in 2AM Magazine
