Within my jeweled music box:—

Moments of quietude expand deliciously endless, and I am pleasantly left alone to tarry leisurely in the comfort of my own intimate skin; without inimical intrusion, or glare.

Within my contained freedom:—

It is with immense appreciation, I immerse my senses in the serene silent isolation of self reflection:—whereupon, the illuminated light of bejeweled truth never lies. 

Within unseen facets of crystal glass:—

I am light, translucent, in the daintiness of my being; for my graceful nature and form, is not tethered nor obliged to perform, spin, at the indiscriminate beckoning of another.

For it is only when the winding key of tedium sounds, ushering exposure and repetitive musical notes:—

That I am spuriously transformed, into a princess ballerina twirling delicately at my center; whilst all the while, intensely grieved, o’er having capitulated to sweetly dance, and smile.