Your crooked hands
Your clever hands
Your calm and contemplating hands
The way they betray all they hide is quite becoming of you
The way they violate the black and white space makes it a part of you and a part of me too
They look like they have tried to wring themselves choked and blue
They could smooth down my face
Over the strains to the contented truth

You, you’re singing a new kind of song to me
I, I’ve never felt this kind of melody
You’re speaking to a part of me that’s never felt this kind of groove
And it comes from somewhere buried deep
It’s anticipation and relief
It’s taking hold of my body and soul and causing them to move

I drowned once in your eyes, pulled down into the sea by stormy surf
They’re honest, and they’re stoned, and they’re grieving and they’re hurt
Blinking on and on, blinking off; like some crepuscular learning curve
They’re mining for information and begging you to be unearthed

You, you’re singing a new kind of song to me
I, I’ve never felt this kind of melody
You’re speaking to a part of me that’s never felt this kind of groove
And it comes from somewhere buried deep
It’s anticipation and relief
It’s taking hold of my body and soul and causing them to move

You’re bearing me, wearing heat, so innocently caring means
So blindly full of influence, overflowing with mood
Unintentionality, indifference, pulsing changes in circumstance
Sweetly in counterpoint with chance, deepening heavier when seen beside

Truth,
you
take me so much further than my
view
to truth
to all the reasons singing higher
I have left the melody and can’t be stilled in this harmony
Truth talking ‘bout you and I’m far beyond what you were moving
too
uncooth, I think
For I can’t be stilled if my heart holds the beat

You, you’re singing a new kind of song to me
I, I, I’ve never felt this kind of melody
You’re speaking to a part of me that’s never felt this kind of groove
And it comes from somewhere buried deep
It’s anticipation and relief
It’s taking hold of my body and soul and causing them to move