~ Sonnet to the Second Language ~
Love at first sound it was, if such a thing
Indeed exists between a man and words.
My voice set free, the language I would sing
As if transported to the far-off worlds.
And little did I know that I would find
Myself in distant foreign lands one day.
Within my cell of solitude confined,
In muffled silence I’d forever stay
If it were not for that familiar song
That lived in me and helped me through the years,
Sustained me as I struggled to belong,
Released me, helped dispel my doubts and fears,
Translate them into lines that would once more
Fly cross the seas to my beloved shore.
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur