Hope is the thing with feathers (2021, Artsène2)

Hope is the thing with feathersThat perches in the soul
And sing the tune without the words
And never stops at all


And sweetest in the gale is heard
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm

I’ve heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea
Yet, never, in extremity
It asked a crumb of me
       
Emily Dickinson, 1861
                   
The way we move
6songs - The notes you don’t play
6songs #1 - Roland Van Campenhout
ART’uur - Imaginary mirror
De kleine hoeken van de stad, Ieper
Weg van de snelweg, N7
Summertime emptiness
Move me
Toen
Vitrines d’Amour
Zeezichten
One two trees & building
Echo’s uit de wijk