Music Box

Little delicate thing you are, made of a porcelain so fine and a cover to match. Play me a tune to enchant my tiny ears for my eyes cannot see to turn you.
The cruel one plucked out my verdant circles you know so you on your own must play a tune for me. Why must you insist on staying in place beautiful creature, and be hesitant to comply to my wishes? I am blind for he wants to fix me with his trembling hands, sitting for hours I have, waiting for him to let me go. I wish to return to my family oh little Music Box please keep my mind off these saddening thoughts.
Why do the others scream with so much anguish, tiny Box? Are they hurting too? Did the man also cut off their ears so they could not hear your inspiring voice? I would wail as well if that were my fate.
Oh little Box, I fear I will never make it back home into the arms of my loving family! Please tell me it will be alright, please tell me that the man wouldn't cut off my ears too! Why do you remain silent? How I wish I could hold you my friend ans comfort you as well! How selfish am I to think that I was the only one scared? I am sorry my friend! I am here for you!
On the way inside this dreadful place I saw you, sitting on a shelf minding your own business, not listening to the others as they said mean, spiteful things to me.
Dear friend, I can only imagine what you have seen and heard. The dust so grey covered you, bringing you luster to a dull color. You are still brilliant to me though. If I could get up I would, I really would, but I can't. This place I'm in is much to high up for me to jump from, I would break.
Footsteps approach, my small friend! Oh how scared I am! I would cry if I could but that's impossible! His hand is on my arm oh dearest friend if only I could have heard your voice once, just once!

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I am back and I can see! The man replaced my eyes with newer, shinier ones. Where are you my friend? Maybe now you can play a little tune for me now that I know where you are.
The man approaches once more. He is going to you little Box! He can fix you too!
...
As he turns you I can hear it.
The damaged, broken piece of you inside.
My friend
My friend
I never knew how sad you were.
Your tune is almost breaking me little box.
If only my shell weren't made of porcelain I would move.
We are alike my friend
So much alike.
Maybe the man can help you too.
Oh my, what is this?
A hammer he is holding!
Why such a devastating object?
Oh little box, how I wish you could run!
Oh no, I'm sorry my friend
My legs are not real
They would not carry me far!
The hammer goes down.
...
Your broken pieces litter the cold floor.
I wish they were my own, and not yours.
A little too close to the edge, I am.
But maybe if I
Just get
A little
Push.