CAROUSEL
Painted horses, gleam and glide,
Laughter lifts, a spinning tide.
Velvet skirts and polished shoes,
Twisting, turning, nothing to lose.
Voices dart in playful arcs,
Trading lines like scattered stars.
Three, four, four, the echoes chase,
Each note finding its own space.
Carousel, the lights revolve,
Every moment a puzzle to solve.
Piano twirls in gentle arcs,
Brass flares bright like fleeting sparks.
Hands in rhythm, feet in flight,
Dancing softly through the night.
Bass hums low, a steady pulse,
Carrying the melody ahead.
Carousel, lift and fall,
Spinning round the mirrored hall.
Voices rise, entwine, and soar,
Every turn reveals something more.
Hold the spin, a breath, a glance,
Then whirl again, a fleeting chance.
Carousel, the ride completes,
Golden echoes, soft retreats.