This isn’t a sentiment I normally experience. I think maybe I’d just watched a foreign language film or something.

You surround me with foreign words,
an endless stream of fluid syllables,
occasionally forming shapes I recognize,
but mostly changing, moving on,
before I can understand.
Sometimes my attention fades,
and I am aware but not aware,
and the song is lost on me.
At other times,
I sit,
enchanted by your lilting tongue,
but never quite understanding.