Music Box

There is something about listening to a song through the twirling music box

The rough, the real, the gritty sound of someone pouring their heart out, telling you a story, their past, their future, their now

There are those albums, those songs, that line that seeps into your mind body and soul and pulls on your heart like a memory gripping to stay

These souvenirs you of your past, your future, your now

Around and Around

"When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?"