Three-chord progression

As I look at your hands and understand how your fingers hold a chord, I realise how music is so visual. A visual fugue.
A stanza.
A chord holds you as much as you hold it.
Your breath contains the concentration of a single note.
A word begins, the song starts.
As the fingers move onto the next chord, I realise how sound can absorb emotion and thought.
I count a beat, you hear me softly and you gently drift away into another world.
The third chord is like a wire. Suddenly, everything becomes a diagram.
A world created by three chords. A space within my mind. My world. My song.