Cleansing

I journey through life
At a reckless speed
Thousands of miles covered
In thought and deed

Inevitable it is then, that
Dirt n grime raised by the wheel
Settle on my soul, and that
Which was beautiful, now loses appeal

I must bathe! I must cleanse!
Putting on my melody favorite
I let the music wash over me
Scrub away the dust, the sweat

Of a few notes, a few words
Who can explain the magic, the potence?
Only two things express the inexpressible
One is music - the other, silence.