My dear Hollander,

From down here the floor creaks
I hope that you are not struggling.
I know it’s been over a year
I hope that you are not struggling.


The shuffle of your feet, the clanking of your brush
The music intensifies, pulls at the heart
I wish I could watch, but I know you need peace
I hope that you are not struggling.


I wonder which colour covers your canvas or have you chosen black or white?
What thoughts are going through your head
Do you feel you’ve lost it?
I hope that you are not struggling.


The music quiets down and I remember that there is always struggle before you breakthrough
From down here, the floor creaks
I hope that you are not struggling.