Music notes as soap,
wash away the dirt
of today,

Some melodies melicious in nature,
Mangle and Mark my mind with

Old memories.

Other melodies, clean cut chords
A chorus of nostalgia
Soap hitting the bathroom floor
Never sounded so peaceful.

Lyrics like lily pads on
bass boosted lakes,
I bathe in it's divine,
drowning devilish days.



I could scrub this ***** soul clean
with the purity of sound.
I long to be cleansed.
And sweet scented soaps,
do just that.










If anything is clean, it is not what we touch, but what we hear, admiring a beauty, without its destruction.