The Jewelry Box

the music plays sweetly the dancer, she spins she dances the same circle her chin up, she grins her eyes cannot see her ears cannot hear her reflection imitates her inside of the mirror I see her in the glass she moves with ballet but then silence falls and the music won't play she slowly stops turning her face facing mine her smile of such elegance assuring me I'm fine I stare back at her holding keys and their locks I grabbed what I needed out of my jewelry box not a necklace not any rings not a bracelet or earrings but a long piece of silver cold and thin one side's so smoothe the other is sin I hold in my hand the control of my life that I hide in a jewelry box not a place for a knife the little ballerina she spins on a spring her sightless eyes stare coldly and sting the chimes makes me cry she dances like she's free my tears ask myself, "Why? Do I do this to me?" And when I am done I am entertained the sweet song has begun with my unhearable pain And she dances there freely she'll spin and she'll turn stuck inside of a box until my return