Andes on Horseback

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your hands are continents that map the ordinary—
a bottle, a sock, an onion split like a heart.
You touch the world and it becomes language,
becomes the thing itself plus everything it means.
Your fingers know what philosophers take years to say:
that tenderness is the deepest intellect.

[Chorus]
You taught us how to hold what's breaking,
how to speak the bone-truth underneath the skin,
how your hands remember everything they've ever touched—
synaptic pathways lighting up like constellations,
long-term potentiation burning grooves so deep
that love becomes a physical law in the body.

[Verse 2]
Your palms conducted cortical remapping—
rewired how we see a simple thing.
Each poem axonal branching, reaching further,
myelinated and alive with the weight of feeling.
You knew: the hand remembers what the mouth forgets.
Your grip became the proof of presence.

[Chorus]
You taught us how to hold what's breaking,
how to speak the bone-truth underneath the skin,
how your hands remember everything they've ever touched—
synaptic pathways lighting up like constellations,
long-term potentiation burning grooves so deep
that love becomes a physical law in the body.

[Bridge]
Neurogenesis in the fingertips—
new connections blooming where you pressed your palm.
Your proprioception mapped the terrain of another's chest,
interoception reading the pulse beneath the ribs.
The mirror neurons firing: yes, this is how we recognize ourselves in each other.

[Chorus]
You taught us how to hold what's breaking,
how to speak the bone-truth underneath the skin,
how your hands remember everything they've ever touched—
synaptic pathways lighting up like constellations,
long-term potentiation burning grooves so deep
that love becomes a physical law in the body.

[Outro]
So we learn by touching what you've touched:
your words still warm in our palms,
your hands still grasping ours across the centuries.

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