Clockwork Springs

A mechanical heart, wound tightly in its box.

Twisting, spinning, grinding in place to the tune of the jaunty music box.

Each click of the gear, each turn of the cog, all leading to the inevitable,

A beat, a rhythm, a metallic plink of comb on drum, over and over.

An echo for the beating heart’s love locked away within the machine.

Listen to the beautiful song and know it plays only for you.