I sing of what you see and might think about. Because of what you see. Moving hands mobile faces. Where by the ear. Not the eye traces what's on the mind. So when you see hands. Weaving the space between friends. Think of them as being. As though you were seeing voices. Speech without sound face to face hands unbound. Weaving the space between friends. So think of them as being. As though you were seeing voices. Believe it they ramble on exactly as we would. And talking with someone we know. And even they stumble on expressions as we would. And talking with anyone. So. When you see hands weaving. The space between friends. Think of them as telling or asking. Or spelling out choices. So think of hands as being. As though you were seeing voices. So when you see hands. Weaving the space between friends. Think of them as being. As though you were seeing voices. Speech without sound face to face hands unbound. Weaving the space between friends. So think of them as being. As though you were seeing voices. So think of them as asking or telling. Or spelling out choices. Just think of hands as being. As though you were seeing voices. Just think of hands as being. As though you were seeing voices. Voices. Voices