Whose hands are these

reaching out of the piano?  For me, it's impossible to not be engaged if a mirror or mirrored surface is nearby.  What engages you?

Hands

 are so much like spoons.  Gathering everything from flour, soup, gestures and, of course, air.  

Hands

Hands are made to bless even when you don't have the name of the otherwordly beauty before you.  The knife, the spoon bless the meal and are said to occasionally siren rain.  Let's hope.  

And which food pares well with otherwordly poems?