I hear the smell of chocolate ice cream
Ringing through my ears
It echoes through my head
Like an old ***** in an England church
I can taste Canon in D Major,
Refreshing like lemonade
On a hot summer day
I smell my favorite songs
Like the perfume rack at Macy’s,
When I read the printed word
I sigh, because I have tasted chocolate cake
And when I touch sandpaper
I taste banana cream pie
And when I see you
I hear the most beautiful ballad
Impalpable, playfully teasing me with its notes
Dancing in my head
Waiting to be attained
I never will reach it
But I will reach you