A hand, a mind, and a heart. What a creation they are.

In a cool calmness, they create sublime sounds and sublime words.

Or, terrible sadness.

With a clenched fist they can create anger or joy.

They can draw out a deep love for all or a hatred to end all.

They can give for all, help all, or destroy everything.

On the darkest of dark nights.

A blackness so unrelenting that no flicker of love can penetrate it.

But a helping hand can turn it into a brilliant glow of life.

Heart can bring a tear to the eye.

Wipe away that tear.

And it can change the world.

One at a time they can struggle.

One at a time they can lose focus.

In concert the world trembles at their strength.

The outstretched hand.

The glow of a warm heart.

The care of a giving mind all are the soul of life.