Wednesday 2 July 2014

The Boy Who Spoke French

"Ne t’inquiète pas," spoken softly
Soothing jarred nerves, wrung out hands
Hours like liquid, flowing around
Too much time, not quite enough

A quiet song, a quick laugh
A broad grin, a lengthy talk
A long afternoon, slowly dripping out
With us at the centre, watching it pass

"Ne t’inquiète pas," hand on shoulder
"Ne t’inquiète pas, dance with me."
"I don't dance." "But with me you can."
So music became the world

Physics never applied to us that day
Math had no hold on us
But a few words in another language
"Ne t’inquiète pas."

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