An ordinary cleaning

What the music is? Who tells me that?
I have been always told:”Are you mad?
The answer is simple. It’s the mixture of sounds and words.”
Oh no my friends, you have an invisible loss.
 
Just words and sounds? Yeah, my dear,
Of course I’m sure that you can hear.
But let’s us take a closer look a little bit deeper,
Into the ocean which depth is measured in more than a meter.
 
It’s not like a puddle with debris all in,
And when you are finally plunge within.
It is so much deeper, even can’t see the bottom,
Just want to keep diving into that water.
 
It thrills you, it breaks you but you’re still alive.
Your nerves are too tense:”Oh, I will not survive!”
The hair rises up, because of emotions it makes you to feel,
There is the whole in your body, you’re probably killed...
 
But don’t be afraid of the hole in your body,
Even though your face's wet and soul is bloody.
The point is to kill all the rubble inside
So you just could live without harm outside.
 
If you don’t understand what has happened right here,
Let it be so, I’ll explain it to you.
The music has treated the wounds of the psyche,
And has done no harm, but a favor for you.