The Music Box
by Bluesy Socrateaser on Wed Mar 04, 2009 4:21 am
I found it laying far out along the tree line.
A box made of tin, with what was once colorful painted patterns on all sides, but one. It had a weighty feel, and along the bottom, there was a crank with which to wind it. I studied it for a moment, and then twisted the lever a bit. To my amazement, the box began to play a tune!
As it did, the top slowly opened and a ballerina rose to her feet and started to twirl! Listening to the tune, and watching the ballerina dance made me calm, easing me into an almost hypnotic-type trance that took my mind
off the task I had yet to complete.
Gradually, the music from the box settled into a very, very gentle waltz beat, and the pretty ballerina stopped with grace, bowed herself to me, and the box then slowly closed.
"A few more spadefuls should do the trick", I said to myself.
Not to worry.
And once again reached for the crank on the little music box.
A box made of tin, with what was once colorful painted patterns on all sides, but one. It had a weighty feel, and along the bottom, there was a crank with which to wind it. I studied it for a moment, and then twisted the lever a bit. To my amazement, the box began to play a tune!
As it did, the top slowly opened and a ballerina rose to her feet and started to twirl! Listening to the tune, and watching the ballerina dance made me calm, easing me into an almost hypnotic-type trance that took my mind
off the task I had yet to complete.
Gradually, the music from the box settled into a very, very gentle waltz beat, and the pretty ballerina stopped with grace, bowed herself to me, and the box then slowly closed.
"A few more spadefuls should do the trick", I said to myself.
Not to worry.
And once again reached for the crank on the little music box.