Her hand clasped in his,

As her dress swings round his legs,

To the gentle whisper of music,

They laugh silently as they dance,

They are the perfect couple,

Round and round,

Forever smiling lovingly,

Round and round,

His coat tails flowing into her dress,

Round and round

Until

They

Stop.

Their song, forgotten,

Dust lines their stony features,

Their lips frozen in laughter,

Her ribbon paused in fluttering,

They are the perfect couple,

On and on,

Never stirring,

On and on,

Forever nothing,

On and on

Just

A

Music box.