Building a thought, word by word
Hanging in the air, frozen in time
Turning the image inside out
Flowing syllables locked in rhyme
Tongue-tied and brain twisted
It flows naturally from your lips
My words mixed like the salad
Talk fades like a lunar eclipse
Graciously you translate
Millions of words, none worthwhile
Choosing carefully but silence
Nodding with a kindly smile
Ideas tumble from my head
Musings of assorted shades
Layers of an audio mural
As each expression cascades
Seeing your mouth silently making shapes
In a world of communication troubles
Words shrink the space between us
No sound just harmonious bubbles
Ticket 2 Ride 
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