The room is filled
with quiet bustling
Tables are cris-crossed
and papers rustle
Pleasant disorder
people mix and stir
Creations made
aromas abound
There is one
who intrigues me so
His stride is slow and smooth
hands by his side
Quiet movements
fascinating and enchanting
Especially alluring
are his hands
They create
with mastery
Whatever his
heart desires
With a skill and expertise
unequalled by any other
He makes his hands
do his bidding
His hands
strong and solid
Carry out his will
Smooth gracefulness passes through his hands