Watching the hands in the video below, hands that speak on their own, remembered these lines of Rabindranath Tagore, from 'Farewell, my Friend'. The old tattered yellowing notebook where I found this says that I came across these lines on 6th Dec 1987:
"Poets talk only of the face of the beloved, but what a wealth of suggestion is in the hand! All the endearments of love, its devotion, its tenderness, its unutterable longing, are in the hand.
Ladysmith Black Mambazo & Des'ree - Ain't no sunshine: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=owCJFW3T6Wg