“Starry Night” by Vincent van Gogh

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Vincent and Ludwig.

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“Do you know, my dear Ludwig, that I’ve sold just one of my paintings?”

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“Yes, Vincent, do not despair, my friend, they cannot, will not, fathom the flower that reveals its petals before their eyes”

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“I suppose you are right, old friend. They cannot, will not, hear your ‘Ode to Joy’, though it is you who are deaf!”

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“But my dear Vincent, you do hear my ‘Ode to Joy’, deep in your soul”

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“Yes, I hear it, I feel it, Ludwig, flowing like liquid paint through the canvas of my veins”

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“My dear Vincent, I too feel your brush-strokes, and in each swirl of colour I hear your joy, and I can touch your pain”

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“What does that make us, my friend? Two men cast adrift on the bluest seas, leaving nothing behind, yet heading nowhere. What does that make us then?”, asks Vincent.

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“Human”, replies Ludwig, smiling.

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“Human, yes, dear Ludwig”.

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“And that is enough”, says Ludwig, almost to himself.

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“It is enough”, smiles Vincent.

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“To be human. It is enough.”

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Vincent laughs, as Ludwig watches a gentle wave caress their toes, through their tattered shoes.

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“Ode to Joy” by Ludwig van Beethoven