There is a language
Not bound by the sea
Passed over sand
Dandled on mother’s laps
Seeded in families
Ground in the skin in villages
Danced into the ground in towns
Travelled along by rivers
This is the language
Of music
Of song
Of dance
 
Of paint and line
Of your face
As it lives to tell the tale
Of your eyes
As it tells me
Stories of love
Of where you’re from
Of where you’ve been
And how you’ve loved
And the hurt you’ve seen
This is the language I speak.
Hello.