There is music in the air. There is sadness too. There is uncertainty. And there is anxiety. But then there is a friend’s company. There is happiness.

Life, as mysterious as ever, goes on.

There is today. And there is a wait for tomorrow. There is an ache in the heart. There is a longing for what we seek.  There is evasion from what seeks us. There are metaphors.

The music in the air stays. It soothes. It turns melancholic. The sadness finds its theatre. There is the night, but no sleep. There is surrender, but no truce. There is a wait, and a desire to end that wait. There are words written – in abstraction and in improvisation – on paper. There are things said. There are things unsaid.

Then there is happiness too.

The music in the air stays. It soothes. It turns hopeful. It collects energy. It invites.

Life, as mysterious as ever, goes on.

 

(Written in Delft.)