The rhythm of your words,
produced by the percussion of your lips,
keeps time with the beat of your heart.
I can only dream of creating such crafted, complex music;
no mastery of mechanisms - maladroite.
I listen to your discourse, mesmerised,
discovering new worlds given breath by your tongue,
and understanding life a little more.
Your music now has meaning,
where once I heard only mystical chanting,
relegated to ancient folklore. #poetry #travel #languages #love #
In life and in art, there are many layers to discover, to add, to take away, to understand. When we look only at the surface, we miss many important aspects that help to make up the whole. Likewise, if we look only at the details, we miss the completed picture, or at least what the details are beginning to form. The details may or may not be intentional, skillfully added, or able to be recognised and understood. Some require rigourous study and analysis and time and practice.