Music Box

When I breathed,
clouds of dust exploded into life
from the now brown box,
formerly white.

Closing my eyes to its crackling protests
I opened it.
Centuries worth of ghosts flew out
danced around me
whispered my name.

From deep inside
I found you,
you and six fairies dancing.
One would never know
how long you had been so still.

You invited me to dance with you
but I protested
knowing I was too big
too clumsy
to be in there with you.

Your laughter pierced me
like crystal clinking as you whirled madly.
"Believe!" you cried out,
"You are too magical to be so finite."
I leaned in closer
close enough for you to tweak my nose
with your tiny doll hands
before you faded into the mirror,
you and six fairies,
leaving me and my reflection
to ponder our infinity.