The Music Box

May 2, 2012 

            One little object to remember, one little trigger, all the memories came flooding back.  The notes of the small music box pulled it all together from the forgotten places locked away.  From the crevasses of oblivion came all the pieces, risen from the abyss, making him whole again.  As the melody whispered in his ear, fragments of memory joined together to dance in song. 

            He saw her face once more.  He knew her name, spoke it as it came to rest on his lips.  It tasted bittersweet, drawing his face sallow.  For he remembered then the passage of time, an entire decade had slipped through the hourglass since he had buried her. 

            Grief riddled wrinkles grew long on his face.  Fingers stiff with arthritis found the spindle once more and began to wind carefully the small spring to bring to life the tune once more. 

            This time as the music began, she came to him fresh in her youth.  Golden hair heralded her milky face caught in tender smile.  Her eyes alight in vibrant green, she extended her hand to him.  With her touch, his palm of wrinkled leather became soft in youth.  Sinews returned to strength and a head of silver became a tawny brown. 

            Two star struck lovers stepped from the balcony in delight to into a canopy of stars into the fairytale of eternity to shine forever in each other’s arms.