You speak with silent language
in words unheard
fleeting thoughts like secret messages
passed by hands unseen

a subtle probing touch
like fingers strumming
playing gentle chords upon
the strings of my mind

like words spoken clearly
yet in a foreign tongue
the message escapes the grasp
of my reaching awareness
pain in my frustration
straining to become open
but failing comprehension
in tears and fatique

but then...

like a break in a dense mist
exposing the vista obscured
the picture resolves
into clear momentary relief

like the accidental unison
of a cacophonic choir
the voices unite to strike
a brief, crystal chord

and it all becomes clear...

the curtain pulls back to reveal
the childlike mind
behind the elaborate workings
of an intricate machine

confusion not my own
in any language...
gibberish spoken,
is gibberish heard.