The Language of You

You speak Music.

Harmony is the way you woo me –

and I dance.

Forgetting gravity…

but it remembered me

and pulled my feet to the earth.

But you speak Art.

Color is the way you painted me.

Brushstrokes by the painter of the dawn,

forgetting black lines…

but they remembered me

and put me in a box.

So in darkness I reside

         forgotten dance

         forgotten color.

But you remembered me…

         and you speak music,

         and you speak art,

         you speak… life.