The delicate trill echoes,

Beyond the little music box and throughout the room.

The delicate trill echoes,

But a deeper silence pervades the endless gloom.

The delicate trill echoes,

Of music old, forgotten, and rarely graced by ears.

The delicate trill echoes,

And a tiny soul in the corner drops her crystal tears.

The delicate trill echoes,

A tiny soul in agony flutters to match the symphony.

The delicate trill echoes,

As the soul sees the moon and finds company.

The delicate trill crescendoes,

And the soul takes flight into distant starlit dreams.