Touch song

in your hands,
I found my song

those lines coursing
through your palms
and wrapping their tendrils
around your fingertips...

those lines were the
stringed instrument
that soothed the raging
storm seeded in my soul
long ago and far away

it strummed my melody,
echoing from the
rising suns in your
fingernails

it harped my lullaby,
sweetly humming from
the soft touch of your
fingertips where your
soul's labyrinths vined

it screamed my anthem,
beckoning me to your
grasp that melted my
stalled state

I gently dripped,
the season's snow melt
that carved your banks
and accelerated your stream

your cupped hands held me
in the rain's resonance