Musical Bath

In the absence of silence One's mind yearns for music Finely crafted pieces of melody The distillation of the cosmic wind The portrait of the Soul Neatly articulated by the finest voice Adorned with the fragrance of a guitar And the aromatic melodies of a piano The crème de la crème of music A lotion of melodies bathing the Soul A portion of ecstasy soaking the mind In its finest form, music is a syrup A remedy for the lonely Soul A painkiller and a mood jogger In that moment of fun Music is the antidote of sorrow An injection of pure ecstasy In times of sorrow Music envelopes the Soul Wiping away the pain An emotional balm Soothing to the heart