The object in my Treasure Chest
was a large Silver Musical Note:
2 feet tall.
It shone and glimmered in the sun,
but not too brilliant to look at.
I knew it was mine.
It belonged to me.
And, even more,
I wanted it.
The Note was a little heavy:
It had weight to it.
But it was not unpleasant to hold.
The smooth edges made my fingers long
to stroke and dance along the edges and curves.
In my inner ears
I could hear its beautiful song.
It sounded familiar.
It was my voice.
It was my song.