You are not alone
the poem said
in the dark tunnel
- Louise Glück

There’s a lost video of my parents singing together. They are sitting on large stones in a square in Deventer, in front of the big church. There is a giant chess board in the background, children are playing there. It is a sunny day, and my mother puts in the harmony to Richard Thompson’s Dimming of the Day over my father’s low, steady voice, mirroring the bass and melody of his guitar. When I recall that video I become those children and I hear the church witnessing that harmony, and I am the guitar my father plays.