Talk in talk...

 I don't talk in talk

I like to watch the way I move

Whispers jump from inside

In a language of misunderstanding

In a tone of growls and tears

I cannot talk in talk

Watch the way I walk

Silent voices in my head

Telling me the time to say

But words fail from making beats

Choked and swallowed into the hallow

I prefer to let sound move me

You? You hear music and it pours out of you.

Me? I take it in. Keep it there.

There is plenty held within me

Though when I move my body it feels free

But it's just a little trick you see