it shines, a dancing lady on the lid.
It was a gift from my lover
many years ago, I open it
and the alluring music of Swan Lake plays.
She returns to me for a short while,
I caress her gold hair and watch her smile
but disappears like a spirit
when the music stops, then I
stare at the moon and the flickering stars,
they are quite indifferent to my woes.
I am a masochist so play it again
but when this beautiful stirring tune ends
a tear rolls down...as loneliness descends.