Christine Phillips Poet Narrative

Unknown Language

You speak in a language that I don’t understand, but your music is creating mayhem all over the land, the rhythm is so sweet that it ruptures my heart beat, and when the day is moving slow and the energy level is low, the music spurs me on and my adrenalin picks up speed and satisfies the global needs. 

You speak in a language that I don’t understand but everything you touch is converted to gold and sometimes it overwhelms my soul. The value is so high and sometimes I fall down on my knees and cry. Your language is so beautiful, sometimes I wish I understand it all, for I would attend that once in a lifetime ball. The intonation, the texture, the height the depth, and the ambiance that comes with it, make the music exciting to listen to.

Language is the heartbeat of every culture, and if you don’t understand it, it makes your mind wander. When someone is greeting you, you might believe that they are criticizing you. Learn the language of the time so that you can make the trip of your dream and be where you always wanted to be. You have always wanted to climb the tower and take a photograph, then visit the cathedral and examine the carving on the floor and doors.  

You speak in a language that I don’t know, but every night you steal the show, your romantic voice captivates them all and you have invited everyone to attend the ambassador’s ball. Everything is so exquisite, the layout, the attire, the setting, is like a palace, the food and the wine, makes the language so divine. It’s the passion that resonates in the voices that speaks; it keeps the whole world alive and elevates its dignity and pride.

You speak in a language that is pure, it is not polluted with the dialect from next door.  The pronunciation is excellent, the diction and tone is magnificent; the articulation is clean when you open your mouth to speak, the rhythm is so sweet; it’s beautiful to listen to and I hope to speak it fluently someday so that my heart doesn’t go astray.  

The language you speak is French and I have already booked my ticket for “heaven” 
I will climb that tower and write the music in an hour.

Music is the language of the heart, and I listen to it when the day starts.

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