• My pale, slim fingers twist the delicate brass knob on my snow white music box. The knob then slowly starts to turn as I thrust back my hand and the elegant melody begins. I imagine...walls of ivory and pillars of marble, a grand staircase, and the perfect story tale ending. I dance with my dreams I see the twinkle in my eyes. I imagine the click clacking of my shoes, the clothes of which I wear being twinkling in their brightness, almost making me seem like an angel. My world changes as it turns into an empty building, I turn on the light and see the dancers, the singers, the night walkers that I call my inspiration, for their voice makes the tunes that can almost mimic my music box. The enchantment of the deepness and the highness of their voices lulling me to sleep as my snow white music box starts to slow it's pace, the melody softening and then I fall to a deep slumber, my music box doing the same as it whispers its farewell in a harp of choruses.