The Body Has Many Voices

Eyes speak for me I that am taciturn, fragile, often tongue tied Reveal your essence to the day, the night When the fickle sun has taken its flight My eyes will speak, with their delight Mouth speak for me Not through mere words or sounding cry But in many expressions that passing by When the only uttered sound might be a sigh My mouth will speak for me, in smiles Hands speak for me Smooth and pale, though short of nail For hands might soothe, where others fail The eyes might scorn, the mouth might curl While hands will speak, in softest braille