"The Music Box"

If you love something cherish it,
 Treat it with care.

If not, when you are older,

It will no longer be there. 

~jenny

Clair De Lune

Your soul is as a moonlit landscape fair,
    Peopled with maskers delicate and dim,
That play on lutes and dance and have an air
    Of being sad in their fantastic trim.

The while they celebrate in minor strain
    Triumphant love, effective enterprise,
They have an air of knowing all is vain,—
    And through the quiet moonlight their songs rise,

The melancholy moonlight, sweet and lone,
    That makes to dream the birds upon the tree,
And in their polished basins of white stone
    The fountains tall to sob with ecstasy.

~Paul Verlaine

Clair De Lune -Liberaci (Click to Play)