Not words of men, but sounds unbound,
A language deep, in hearts profound.
No grammar binds, no meaning set,
A primal song, a soul's duet.

We speak in tongues, a fire's roar,
A crashing wave on some far shore.
Beyond the mind, where logic sleeps,
A well of feeling, oh so deep.

Each sound a brushstroke, paints the sky,
A tapestry where spirits fly.
Though words divide, these feelings bind,
We speak in tongues, one heart, one mind.