lame-guage

we're the same you and I
a soul lives beneath our eyes
a soul of timeless age
but I don't know your language
 
i know we both just want to talk
you played me music(I played you Bach)
to cover the damage
caused by language
 
i think its good that we crossed paths
if we meet again we'll talk with math
scrambled letters and decimal numbers on a page
make more sense than the sounds of language
 
I hope we meet again some day
on a playground where we play
and talk/joke with mental images
instead of language