Eyes speak for me
I that am taciturn, fragile, often tongue tied
Reveal your essence to the day, the night
When the fickle sun has taken its flight
My eyes will speak, with their delight

Mouth speak for me
Not through mere words or sounding cry
But in many expressions that passing by
When the only uttered sound might be a sigh
My mouth will speak for me, in smiles

Hands speak for me
Smooth and pale, though short of nail
For hands might soothe, where others fail
The eyes might scorn, the mouth might curl
While hands will speak, in softest braille

Patti Masterman

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-body-has-many-voices/