Some things can not be said
Communication
Does it ever occur?
Language
Speaking
Hearing
Writing
Reading
Sure something transpires
But is it true communication?
What is true communication?
You hearing what I mean
Me seeing what you say.
Some things just doesn’t translate
Does not survive the leap from my mouth to your ears
Sometime I wonder if anything translates
In a way
We are all alone
Entwined behind our filtering of the world
Based on the unique circumstances in our own life
Forever alone, walking a lonely road
But at least we are all alone – together
I know you want to protest…
You have reached others
Maybe I reach you… through some of my words
Maybe I simply can’t put these words, so you understand what I mean…
(Then again maybe you are right, in some respect…)
A lonely road
I do however believe
We’re all connected by the roots
What I think, really is going on
Is something much more like music
My feelings, my thoughts
Resonate with you
Not by direct contact, but indirectly
Not like you strike the key to my piano
But like a piano, can start to hum
If another instrument strikes the right tone
Like I’m a sounding board to you
And you to me
You see…
Even if we don’t truly meet, out there
In here
In our hearts
Our resonating chambers
Strikes a chord
Through space and time
The world according to Sal 