Prayer more than words

Prayer is sometimes more than words. It is visceral, it is the Holy Spirit uttering deep inside the things I don't even know I should pray for. Sometimes, I think I am speaking English, or I want to speak my language, and an entirely different speech comes out. Words, words that I don't even know, but the prayer in my heart is uttering the words I would never say or prounounce. It is as if the Holy Spirit and I are praying simultaneously in unison. The Holy Spirit taking the lead, leading me in the things I need to ask for.
There is the flow of language so strong, so tireless, that passes my lips so passionate, filled with fire and dedication, and love. I can't stop the words, the prayers keep spilling out of me. I feel the presence of Him, as I experience the Holy Spirit pray for me. My voice, His prayers, my mouth, my tears, but all His wisdom.
A whirlwind, deep wildnerness, waterfalls inside, a rush of soul embracing the words of the prayers, blessing them with the kisses of a heart that is vulnerable. I long to reach the mountains of prayer, the rivers of Godly wisdom, the wilderness of humility. Too often, my prayers are mere words, no power behind them, just words, no pauses, no tears, no humility, no vulnerability, just words.
I think prayer has to be about more than words.