Lost in translation between
formulation of the mind,
passed between moist clad lips,
dangeling adrift pockets of stale air,
trapezing one to another,
carried onward by shifts of tone,
in warm breathes that blow,
landing on ears meant to hear...
sweet sounds of love and laughter,
like music that echos within.

Your words no longer sing to me.

Shelly Price

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-in-translation-3/