Hands and Keys

When you don't know what to sketch, draw what is in front of you.

The hands on the keyboard rest with poise, not unlike a pianist deciding what to play.The left hand more sprawled, arched, with fingertips brushing the numbers, the index finger lightly over r and the thumb on ever such a slight angle, hoovering above the space bar. The right hand is also relaxed, but in attack position, the fingers already running across jkl; and the palm making its own downward c.

The hands pause in this position and then pivot, digits lifting, seeking, testing the feel of many keys before making the push like beachcombers with metal dectectors, waiting for a signal, the right essence, to pull them in.

For a moment they leave, to press temples and scratch nose.

The sketch is coming along (knuckles crack), but pauses are becoming more frequent. The path has been veered off, somewhere, and the pull is now for delete delete... Yet, tap-tap-tap, the fingers hesitate, the hands reluctant to leave.

The right hand ring finger is preparing for the final stroke; the period. But suddenly it all seems so uncertain, so tenuous, the whole thing- was it just a warm-up, not the final dance?

And the hands realized the ending is not always a period