Harmonize

Black music box with an old wooden handle-- burnt out from strikes upon metal. Worn and ruined, used too much Little music box, play a song too sad to sing.
Black music box with rusty insides, wet from being thrown in the tides. Brittle and bent, no umbrella for protection. Little music box, play a melancholy melody too quiet to hear.
Black music box with a solemn shadow, shrink away from the chilling undertow. Alone and afraid, no comfort in sight. Little music box, plays a memory forever until it breaks.
You twang like knives, but your hum will reside; Little black music box, sing to her 'till your tunes collide.