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.