The World is a Music Box

The world is a music box

And my friend, all life long

I’m learning to

tinker and turn it

To the happiest liveliest song

To tickle a tune out of tree-topped fields

With the bow of sweeping wind

Down to the weeds, swinging and swooning

To a wish flower’s head freshly thinned

To touch a fuzzy flower’s middle

feel the chords enter your fingertips

Notes curling out of the petals

As it grazes across your lips

To tap into the rhythm of a riverbed

As it croons across the smoothened rocks

Warbling words, no mind needs to understand

Only hear its peaceful talks

Oh, to master the melody in a breaking morning

get all the keys right

to handle the highs skid through the lows

and through noon keep the upbeat vibe

To hear the hymn as the sun goes to G-d

And brings forth the moaning moon

Harmonizing the hushed atmosphere

Of time going by too soon

And not much later, deep in the midnight sky

A star murmurs a lullaby

And as those eyes fall gently closed

The music box shuts and whispers goodbye