I see a hand, it's full of lights

I see a hand, 
it's full of lights,
and you spread them across the sky.

As they explode,
into the hope we see,
you smile as our eyes behold.

You speak the colors into being,
and our evening skies are painted,
and we sit back while you create what we are seeing.

The masterpiece unfolds,
and we are in awestruck wonder,
as you play the heartstrings of the universe.

I see a mouth,
its full of life,
and you speak us into being.

As we come forth,
into the chaos we see,
you laugh as fingers first feel.

You talk our thoughts into form,
and our minds are being molded,
and we sit forward in our seats while we listen.

Your handiwork develops,
and we are in wordless fascination,
as you play the strings of our hearts.