These Are My Languages: a love letter to languages

[Verse 1 – Joy in Discovery] They’re puzzles I get to solve, Patterns my brain can dance with. Little mysteries calling me close — Every word, a gift. They reflect the human mind, How we transform soul to sound. I hear a phrase I’ve never heard — And suddenly I’m whole. [Chorus – Joyful Declaration] These are my languages — these are my sparks, The fire in my chest, the beating of my heart. They make me feel alive — oh yes, they do, These syllables and scripts I’m always running to. From Spanish to Hebrew, I’m chasing what is true, Every sound, every shift — it brings me closer to the world I never knew. [Verse 2 – Connection & Emotion] I cry when a voice rings out in tones I don’t yet know, Because beauty has no borders — and it makes my spirit glow. I’ve met people I adore, been places I’d never dream, All because a language opened a door and said, Come in and be seen. Books in Spanish, books in Hebrew, Portuguese, Italian too — Pages full of voices That my mind now gets to view. [Quilt Metaphor Verse – Reflective & Warm] Each language a patch in my quilt of me, Squares of sound and stories stitched carefully. Colors bright, some faded, some brand new, There’s room to grow, add more hues — I’m still weaving through. [Pre-Chorus] As the Koran says: O humanity — We made you into peoples and tribes, So that you may know one another. [Chorus – Bigger, Brighter] These are my languages — these are my sparks, The fire in my chest, the beating of my heart. They make me feel alive — oh yes, they do, These syllables and scripts I’m always running to. From Japanese to Irish to Persian, I stretch and I reach, Because every language has something to teach. Every sound, every shift — it brings me closer to the world I never knew. [Bridge – Rhythmic, Spoken Word over Beat] I live and breathe linguistics. Not for grades, not for praise — just for the joy. I get excited — thrilled! — when I hear variation, How a word shifts in Mexico, then flips in Spain, How dialects dance across mountains and plains. They make me patient. They make me bold. They make me curious And somehow… whole. [Final Chorus – Full Bloom] These are my languages — these are my lives, More than a hobby, deeper than hype. Hope in a verb, love in a phrase, I’ll chase them all my days. They make me feel alive — oh yes, they do, They open the world and paint it new. I’m not lost in language — I’m found in it too. So come speak with me — I’ve been waiting for you. [Outro – Spoken, warm & playful] Or maybe a voice message… Or a text. I’m autistic, after all.