Hands

Talented hands stroke silver’d strings
      Such is the magic your touch brings

Brown eye glances of veiled design
      What they guard I cannot divine

Accept me, guide me, and teach me true
      Let me inside your hidden you

You’ll never know this secret I can keep
      An urge for fruition never reaped
      
Twisted up and silent, I want to stay
      In your potters hands, a breathless clay

Burning, burning, I am burning -
For my mentor turned secret yearning