The Beautiful Ballerina

Fragile hands reach to the music box.
Multiple eyes of bewilderment are drawn to a ballerina.
The tiny, plastic figurine spins slowly
In rhythm with a quick piano interlude.
The little eyes are mesmerized.
Come time, the ballerina is ready,
Ready to be held,
Ready to be discovered,
But the fragile hands won't touch the ballerina,
No, the ballerina is too beautiful to be touched.
Too beautiful to be dancing too long.
Too beautiful to be discovered,
For if discovered, the ballerina might not be beautiful anymore.
They might find her to be just plastic and paint-
Machines and mold.
But for now she is beautiful enough to be gawked at.
Beautiful enough to be shown.
The fragile hands pull away from the music box,
She is too beautiful to be loved.
The ballerina stops her twirls.
Away she goes to darkness.
The little eyes go away, because she is only but a show,
locked in the music box.