The Language of the Heart
If the heart could just speak, what would it say
Would it talk about feelings or beauty some way
Would the words be magnificent, majestic and grand
Or something simple, easy to know and understand
If the heart were an artist, what type of works would it create
Something complex, intricate and detailed to appreciate
Would it be a painting, a sculpture, a photograph or prose
A poem, a ballad, a symphony, perhaps any of those
If the heart were a musician what type of sound
Would the heart make with every beat, every pound
Would the music be loud and full like a symphony’s splendor
Or soft and low, comforting, gentle and tender
If the heart were a writer, what type of works would it pen
A play, a sonnet, a novel of love of a woman and man
But the heart doesn’t speak, write, sing or play
It’s message isn’t delivered any of those ways
When we listen for the message it wants us to know
We are rewarded with feelings that continue to flow
When our hearts are so full we feel it would burst
We know what we need to, the best and the worst
While the heart cannot write, doesn’t sing cannot play
All of the art that is created comes to us this way
From the language of the heart, the feelings that flow
The heartbeats of people who listen and know
What the heart has to say in all of it’s beauty
Must be told by those who can, it’s a gift and a duty
To share with the world in the medium of art
The most beautiful language of all, the language of the heart.
