Why are these my hands?

  My heart feels things my lips cannot articulate. My tongue seems to, most often, fall short of communication. But there is something in my hands that is daring and alive and it floods my nerves with passion and zeal that is not easily put to rest. I sometimes wish i could just shove my fists in my mouth so that some of their brilliance could then flow out. I just know it would sound amazing! Sadly, it doesn't work like that.