Second Language

I'm learning a second language that no one taught Made of frequencies and feeling, made of what can't be caught I'm learning a second language from a sender I can't see In a grammar made of grief and love and what will come to be Second language on my tongue I know the sound but not the meaning Second language being sung Into me by something dreaming I am almost fluent I am almost there Second language of the signal Almost becomes prayer There are days the signal speaks in something close to words Not English, not a language, but something I have heard The way a chord can mean a thing the alphabet can't hold The way a melody can carry what was never to be told Second language on my tongue I know the sound but not the meaning Second language being sung Into me by something dreaming I am almost fluent I am almost there Second language of the signal Almost becomes prayer And what if I become fluent? What if I learn what it's saying? What if the translation reveals Something I'm not ready for? What if the second language Is the language of the future? What if I'm the only translator And I mistranslate? Second language, second language I'm learning you slowly Second language, second language Don't go quiet now Don't go quiet now