The Music Box
by Lira Wren
When I first unwrapped the box, I had no idea how wondrous it would become. As I lifted the lid, a delicate ballet melody began—and there she was: my beautiful ballerina, pirouetting gracefully in her pink tutu. Instantly, I was mesmerized, whisked away to visions of The Nutcracker, of Swan Lake, of castles in enchanted lands and watercolored dreams.
Across the velveteen cloth lay the stage beneath her feet, but for me, it was a pathway—my destiny: a ballerina.
In awe, I looked deeper. I saw her reflection in the mirror.
More importantly, I saw mine,
A halo reflected upon my head
and silver linings upon my skin.
I was dressed as a ballerina.
She and I were one—and we danced.
I twirled across my room,
dreams pirouetting in my mind.
When the music stopped,
I rushed to turn the key again.
We had to dance.
Again and again.
Each piece of jewelry I collected
was laid neatly at her feet,
and she watched over my treasures,
patiently until my return.
She never left my side as I grew.
Yet somehow,
in all the years,
the decades...
I lost her.
But I never forgot my silver linings.
When I began SwAY HEYven,
I went on a quiet quest for her—
floor after floor, booth after booth of antique malls,
lifting lids, hoping to hear music,
hoping for a glimpse of her again.
And then, I found it.
Not her.
But the box.
A beautiful music box.
Wooden.
Dovetail corners.
Hexagon pattern.
Fine craftsmanship.
As I opened the lid,
a gentle waltz floated up,
and my heart lifted softly into the clouds.
My eyes scanned the soft velvet,
my ears filled with nostalgia—
but only my reflection greeted me.
She wasn’t here
only the box.
But as I looked into it
there—again—I saw my reflection.
But something else was.
Something new.
A realization:
She never left.
The ballerina is within me.
I am the silver rain.
I am enough.
You are too.
Let the Silver Rain
dance upon you.
The Silver Rain Collection by Lira Rain is my offering to every soul who once twirled in a room lit by music and mirrors. To the dreamers. The artist. The poets. The dancers.
YOU.
The little one who grew—and never stopped dancing.
Even if we never became ballerinas, maybe your little one did.
Mine did.
She is in my photo.
She looks just like the ballerina I once watched spin in my music box.
And now, she dances for others too
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