my hands know the world

my determined hands

they know the world better than my eyes or lips 

they sense the snow, fire and ice in an embrace 

my hands give a real hug 

my hands lean into a dance, 

open like tulips in the spring and close the doors that were too long opened. 

Doors scratched with thornes of love and passion and emotion. 

My hands understand better the world. 

Let my hands dance a tulip dance and play the piano in a living room of dreams and to see what to do with those doors.