This hand
is not just a series of ligaments and meandering veins,
nor is it just four fingers and a thumb,
or a palm decorated in unique, contorted lines.
This hand is a messenger from the soul extended on a limb,
sent to heal, embrace, and create.

This hand strums, plucks and picks to deliver soothing licks,
allowing me to enchant silence with melody.
This hand draws and hauls my feelings onto a page,
allowing me to distinguish the melody in silence.

This hand;  passionate and gentle,
small and capable.

But in my dreams it’s another hand I seek,
inviting me to surf the white-edged waves,
guiding me down to an ocean bed
where a million sea creatures float above.
When two souls entwine so shall their hands,
and bask in heavens’ scent so sweet;

The main purpose to this hand
are the spaces in between.