A thing of hope, that was the idea. It came mostly from her, Janneke. I think I may have stared at her a little obvious, while she talked. How does one start something, from hope? I have to admit that I never considered it before. 

Starting from anger, fear, resentment, shame, no problem. You might say that’s more my forte. I figured I would think about it, maybe it needed some solid overthinking as some things do. But my thoughts turned out to be a bad place for hope to thrive. (and I might have guessed that, but it never hurts to try) 

If you can’t stop the thoughts, it’s best to distract them. With music. Long-winding symphonies, hard-edged guitar riffs, who cares as long as it lifts the veil of ratio and let’s you peek behind it.

During countless hours of music in my ears, I may have heard something else. It was soft and gentle, and it may not even have been a sound. Can you hear an image? An idea?

It looked up carefully and curious, as if – at the end of it all – there was something better.