THE SOUND OF HANDS

THE SOUND OF HANDS

The soft sounds of my hands in the air
Swift swooshing movement of words
Expressive fingers moving letters around
Stillness flowing sentences to paper
The intricate familiar patterns of language
Never perceived as impossible until 
Possibilities run out, until words stop
making sense inside. Until lips tongue
and brain fail to co-operate, then mouth
becomes meaningless, messy 

The soft sound of my hands in the air
Swift swooshing movement of words
Of colours painted by writing hands
Hands gesture music in the air, frail
and gentle, and ever so expressive
Drooping words of rain and raising
words of rainbow, of love and warmth
Twinkling words of night and dark music
It all paints pictures in a book where
It doesn't matter my mouth didn't speak.


Meme by Mel Leach
Poem by Darren White, 2016