Fingers lacing, weaving, turning in and out and below.
Stars, knots, shapes, a trembling mismatch of string.
Magical, mystical, twirled a thousand songs in those small movements.
Tracing, swirling, dancing thumbs to a beat their own.
Mesmerizing, pulsing, slicing through the air in quick spurts.
Tying, pulling, cutting, until the dream is complete in your hands.