He spoke with his fingertips
They danced lightly on my desk
A man of few words
But I heard what he said
He spoke with his fingertips
They skittered to and fro and back
His hands spoke the words
His audible voice lacked.
He spoke with his fingertips
Tapped his way into my heart
He never had much to say
But his words were a work of art.
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 12:28 PM UTC
He spoke with his fingertips
They danced lightly on my desk
A man of few words
But I heard what he said
He spoke with his fingertips
They skittered to and fro and back
His hands spoke the words
His audible voice lacked.
He spoke with his fingertips
Tapped his way into my heart
He never had much to say
But his words were a work of art.
