The Box

BY JULIE CHEN

Gotta love this box from which music pours

down your face and into this empty space,

Seeping into your soul and onto the dance floor.

Rhythm and beats are magnetic at the core,

Arms up in the air, their pattern you trace.

Gotta love this box from which music pours.

Cascading harmonies you try to absorb.

Marionette of melody. Now feel that bass

Seep into your soul and onto the dance floor.

Meanings of lyrics you no longer deplore,

To this lullaby, sun and moon replace.

Gotta love this box from which music pours.

Unleash that desire for music, encore!

Hear that falsetto and wish for such grace, to

Seep into your soul and onto the dance floor.

As this symphony ends, please don’t leave before

The clock strikes twelve. The next song I embrace.

Gotta love this box from which music pours;

It seeps into your soul and onto the dance floor.