His hands write,
    dance with piano keys,
move slowly,
           tuned softly in
        meditative tai chi,
move freely,
     aligned with words he speaks,
        his smiles and laughter.
They reach out to others peacefully,
these beautiful hands that heal every day,
                every single day.
Some say he is a master.  As all
 masters, he admits to being none.
      I observe his hands flowing
          with the 10,000 things
                gently, easily.
They hold me intrigued,
               like his expressions,
                             like his poetry.