Words are one of many "languages". Spoken words involve audio art. Actors words involve body language, a visual art. Texts speak to us as both literary and visual art.
I lately viewed a poem that tells of fire-bombing in Germany, which the author witnessed as a child of six in World War II.
Afterwards, a grown woman, mourning the death of a loved one, she is comforted by her Greek friend, who, as a child in Greece during that war. lost some of her relatives. Taken by German soldiers, they were never seen again.
As the author speaks of terrible memories of the bombing, a hard look comes into the eyes of her friend.
The poem, beautifully mounted, suggesting seared pages, is hung as a wall piece. It is titled: "The Child of My Enemy."
It is a visually compelling work of art.
We need such languages, such messages, such art, from peers and artists long dead.
They help make us human.