I speak poetry, but cannot decode it <br />For others; their brows wrinkle as they exert <br />A prodigious effort to understand; <br />And perhaps all just for me. <br /> <br />Why was I born to understand a language <br />That eludes others, and that most have no interest in? <br /> <br />Why does poetry speak to my bones and to my pulse, <br />My innermost self, like no spoken words can? <br /> <br />If I am an alien, amongst all the other races of the world, <br />So be it. I would rather be deaf to all of life <br />And understand dying best, if it sounds like this music. <br /> <br />If I could be reborn as a poem, <br />That would be the true heaven: <br />Where words can wound, or lift one more <br />Than any silence.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sounds-like-this-music/
