China hearts

The music caresses the sadness
that nestles me in the crook of its arm.  
Swaying gently, softly, slowly.
One, two, three, one, two, three.
I hear the sound of china hearts cracking,
somewhere through the ocean
of viola's trilling.
Hold me closer, pull me near.  

Don't be so cruel to let me wake,
so I tumble into the shards of
those delicate pieces.
Cutting my skin,
but no blood is forthcoming
because the dead don't bleed.  
Tranquil smiles tug at my lips,
invisible strings
being pulled lightly.
Manipulating me into  
twirling up gleaming stair cases.  

A white dress is floating,
fluttering on my pale body
a red blotch where my heart was.
No more pain now, no more pain.
Dance through those gates
aligned with pearls,
run far but you know
you will never escape  
the sound of china
hearts cracking.