Music Box

The piano plays softly,

each key breathing a note.

The rhythm slow and steady,

my focus distantly remote.

All color washes out,

black and white taking over.

Figures appear before my eyes,

An apparition of lost roamers. 

They dance along the piano,

feet barely reaching the floor.

Suits and elegant dresses fuse,

back and forth they go.

Diamonds glowing, ball gowns flowing,

we've landed back a couple eras.

A handsome lad comes along, 

his gloved hand outstretched.

Our hands intertwine,

the floor collapsing underneath.

The piano still sings a lullaby,

your eyes the color of spring leaves.

We're twirling inside a music box,

We've been forever so.

But this song is coming to an end,

Please don't let go.

But we're still dancing.

We'll be forever so..

Author's Note

Thank you everyone for sticking with me. I hope to keep writing :) Please review!

Reviews

[mariah]

"The piano plays softly, each key breathing a note. The rhythm slow and steady, my focus distantly remote." beautiful! i love it, i can picture it all like a movie in my head but what i love most about this peom is that it takes me somewhere else, far away. you know writings good when it has that power :)
-mariah

[Coyote Poetry]

Please keep writing. I enjoy your poetry. A beautiful and gentle poem of life and a dance. Those dances in a life are remembered with the special people. I like the story in this excellent poem.
Coyote

[The Analog Kid]

This poem has an amazing flow. Very surreal. Floating, drifting, dancing! A couple of good rhymes too:)

[~Lizzy♬]

Oh this poem is so breath taking!!! I love this poem so much. It makes my heart sing like a melody. :) You're such a great poet!!

~Lizzy~