Canon in D

perched atop docile tippy toes
soft and gracious as fresh fallen snow
porcelian painted smile,so statueque
in tender twirls she pirouettes
oblivious not a care in the world
i used to dream of being that girl

smiling inside that music box
always protected by key and lock
as if she knew secrets no one else knew
just what went on inside that box,i hadn't a clue
but she would alway come out spinning and smile on cue
when nobody was watching i wonder what does she do

does the music continue to play
does she dance and twirl and spin all day
do she get dizzy from going round and round
she never complained,never made a sound
happily she could spin til the end of time
because that song was Simply Sublime

i would watch her move aimlessly
in flawless circles so carefree
i would wind it up and the song would begin
and she would smile,and twirl and spin
and wouldn't stop til the song did end
in awe i would play it again and again

and pretend that lil girl was me
hum along as the music transport me
to light fluffy clouds at rainbows end
where angels played harps and violins
on my tippy toes i did spin
twirl and giggle,fall and grin

then dust myself off and do it all over again
that old music box,always stirred something majestic within
til this very day that song still moves me
Johann Pachelbel's Canon in D
this was my earliest memory at 5 years of age
of a ballarina with the whole world as her stage

inspired by http://youtu.be/pGmIQiGPnfk