Musical Bath Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

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

Thursday, January 17, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: life,music,sorrow,soul
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Kenneth Maswabi

Kenneth Maswabi

Maun, Botswana
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