These hands of mine have told many a tale
Written the words love and you more than enough

They have spoken more about me than my lips have ever revealed
through my arts, and through these works
restlessly they hardly yield

Spinning stories and spilling poems
They create an ocean, a sea, of who I am
a world in which my mind can be seen

Some may delve to the depths of me
While others may take a glance
or simply look straight through my person

My body, my soul worn on the tips of my fingers
Every word a note of pure emotion
as if I am a pianist playing my own personal symphony

With each stroke of a key a line is created
these lines form and the pictures of my ideas and dreams
and my emotions paint the images with raw colors
some of which are common, some not yet seen

These hands of mine have served me well
They've done so much yet they still march on
like ballerinas, they dancing ever so gracefully amongst the keys

Yes these hands have served me well yes indeed
I hope to keep them another day so I may create and weave more worlds
more seas and show people the person behind these keys