I love languages.
A direct line to people beyond the void.
An understanding that the need to communicate is beyond the strokes of characters I don’t understand,
and bigger than the gestures between meanings I just missed.
I sing with power.
You feel me through the answers you don’t understand,
and the questions that need translation.
I know who you are:
You are the writer, the artist, the poet,
who brought the past of all who came before us here for us to see.
You know me.
I tell you who I am through actions,
with meaning in a language taught to me by those who had it taught to them
by those who had to teach themselves for fear of never understanding.
I love languages because through words we sing.
We breathe, they teach, we gesture, they mean.
Words sing.
