Hands and Mouth

 
In fervent clasp and whispers soft,  
your craft does speak its worth,
with hands that dance in earnest toil,  
and voice that births mirth.
 
Yet, 'neath the sheen of flawless guise,  
doth lie the artist's truth,
for passion's fire and effort's sweat  
oft mar the work's smooth youth.
 
The hands, though skilled,  
may falter 'neath the weight of perfect aim,
and mouth, though clear, might waver  
as if caught in silent claim.
 
Perfection's chase is noble,  
yet in its stern, exacting breath,
lies the risk of losing warmth  
to the cold embrace of death.
 
So let the hands move freely  
and the mouth sing unconfined.
For in the slight imperfections,  
life's true beauty we oft find.
 
The passion's worth is measured  
not in execution's flawless art,
But in the soulful resonance  
that stirs the deepest heart.