A music box; br Softly wrapped, br Skillfully crafted, br Fashioned with care, br Polished without despair, br From a maker's experienced hands. br br The secret within that little box, br The secret within its melody, br The beauty within its facade, unseen; br Even its simple melody, unheard; br Trapped, hidden inside my silent heart, br Waiting for the right time to play its part. br br I dreaded when one wants to hear its music, br For when it plays a song, it falters, br Just simple melodies, drifted out; br My heart never sings a beautiful song, br My ear never hears any melody, br Dumb of every word played in the air, br Its melody, patiently waited for someone to share. br br Time flies, the music box played, br I hear the melodies I long to hear, br Makes me wanna waltz and float; br It's magical sound that floats in the wind, br Makes my feet swing and trip; br And it's all I want to hear and feel, br The music that's brings you here, br The music, the love, only in you I feel. br br You are my music, you are my melody br My song.