Hanging tinsel in December light
Your lovely hands know well how to make things bright
Saw you standing by the window there
Silver ribbons tangled in your hair
Never thought I'd find a reason here
To wake up smiling in my thirtieth year
But when you signed"Good day!" cross the room
Something bloomed in winter's afternoon
We don't need words to say what's in our hearts
Our hands can paint the stories that we share
In silence we found something rare
Two lifetimes led us here
Lost my voice three summers ago
But in this quiet, love found room to grow
Watch you tell me stories with your hands
In this language that we understand
Others see two silent folks, it's true
But they don't know how much I talk with you
Every gesture is a melody
In this soundless symphony
Remember that you signed"I love you" just last night
Your fingers dancing soft and light
You drew a heart upon your chest
Then pointed where my heart would rest
At dinner you showed me"Remember when"
Your hands like birds flew back to then
Traced the shape of falling snow
From our first Christmas, a few years ago
We don't need words to say what's in our hearts
Our hands can paint the stories that we share
In silence we found something rare
Two lifetimes led us here
You get closer, I see your eyes saying"Merry Christmas" in that special way"Merry Christmas" I signed it back
We don't need words
When we have us