Hands,
With their ability to create or destroy.
What stories can I tell with them?
How do I know what to use them for?
Creating and destroying in cycles,
Going through times of misuse,
Periods of not being used
Catching the fall to the ground,
Hiding quiet sound,
Movements so small and so decisive,
Making art and music,
Until they fall silent,
No quiet paper folding or sounds coming from an instrument,
Just silence floating in the air,
As they just hover there,
Letting me chose what to do with them.