A poem of sorts that came to me, on the topic of communication:
There is always more to be said,
There is always more to be understood.
If I try to speak, will you listen?
If I listen, will you tell me?
Will you wait for the meaning to form,
And the words to shape around them?
Because they will change their shape,
And color and tone,
And they will always change,
And wherever there are no words,
The meaning will still remain,
So can you accept what I cannot explain?
Can you believe what I want so badly to show?
For each of us has something more important than can be ever explained to share.