In Tongues

The man in the box
He speaks in tongues
Unintelligible to the human ear
Yet creative in the delivery
And always on pitch
He controls his vibrato
While others are hesitant
Enamored of themselves
Without speaking one word
Lost among the poseurs
Who demand more and give less
Perfect for the masses
But the man in the box waits
Ear cocked against the wall
As he listens to himself
Self-conscious in solitude
Emotionally present
And finding peace
In the language.

Sam