You can write into the air; you can speak upon a page. A painting can be a novel and a story can paint the perfect picture. Dance can express such emotion and emotions can stir deep movements within even a chance observer. We dream in deep metaphors and visual puns, then weave them into stories that speak to every level of our consciousness. We artists speak with words and without; we artists are nature's soul-restoration crew.
Speak to me in dance; speak to me in song; speak to me in stories that weave the dreams of strong black nights and brilliant sunny days. Speak to me as heroes do, in the sort of love that is brave and true, and we will have many conversations, you and I, in any "language" you chose. For as you speak your soul fire burns anew, it kicks into eternal flame, the sort no earthly laws of physics can yet explain.
The words upon the page are your heart-song, so speak in the natural rhythm your emotions command. Words are born to ebb and flow, to rise and fall, to quicken and slow... for in these patterns live your personal truth and the way other souls may connect to you.