Music Boxes and Wind Chimes

Nostalgic humming...
to an antic music box
remembering days passed
remembering lovers lost
in a symphony of broken hearts,
remembering a child's past
a past of scars, solace and loss
in their cold eyes, no condolence
in her mind, no reveling heart
could love her quintessence
and so plays the music box
as I sit there singing.

But gone are only "sometimes"
for nothing is the same when
a special someone is missing
in that certain part of a life
never to return to happiness
but brighter suns and newer moons
still lie ahead beyond the shore
and a smile will touch my lips again
when i sit on the soft warm sand
feel the breeze through my body, my fingers, my hair
the wind chimes overhead dazzle my heart and ears
like the sweet music box which remembers times
and memories sung in the surrounding silence
by its reminiscent tune.