Musical
Language.
Speak to me in music
So much easier to understand
Then searching for the words
Strike up the language band.
From pop tunes to symphonies
There are always hidden meanings
A language deep within my soul
Defining likes and leanings.
A song inside my mind
In constant repetition
The rhythm in my head
Playing of its own volition.
Memories of moments
And languages of love
In musical composition
Hand in a silken glove.
The easy way of saying
What I feel
Exposing the true feelings
By scraping off the peel.
The centre of existence
A personal rhythm, stick
A habit inborn in the soul
Impossible, to kick.
When you’re far away
The song travels o’er the air
The continents and oceans
Solace when you’re not there.
Let’s speak our secret language
In song fugues and symphonies
An arcane personal discussion
With no contingencies.
It has been sung in Opera
Ever since we can remember
Why not make it the new language?
We speak from January to December.
©
David Rudder
2024
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