here we go
lets talk about hope
what does it mean to you
that question can not always be answered
but it can be thought about

hope is a pianist
long fingers striking the keys
they move like water
like fluid
and the sound oh the sound
is like ambrosia
as the pianist plays
the song is sang
and we are transfered into his heart
where a little light
lays dormant
small and harmless
yet very bright
as the notes vibrate
this light starts to stir
and brighten
and GROW!
soon it becomes every thing
consumes everything
the song continues on
this light
called hope moves on
up to the brain
into the memories
back to the yougest he could remember
and plays a sad tune

a little boy cowers
under a coffee table
tears streak his cheeks
fear in his eyes
the hope within
barely there
almost extingueshed
but you see
hope is a curious being
just when all was lost
this little light
started to stir
and brighten
and GROW!
table gone
cowerdice gone
tears dry
and anger now sits
in the heart of this boy
his rage fuels
and stirs the flame
that has become his hope
everything is black
he can not see
but movement and screaming there is
the flame extinguished
the soft light is back
blood lines the walls and floor
but he is free
the little boy is free

hope picks another memory

a car
full of friends
cruising down a slippery road
cliffs on the side
around the corner the boy goes
hope is peculiar being
just when all is lost
it starts to stir again
and brighten
and GROW!
the boy doesnt know
hes pulling friends
from under the car
the gas
stirs the flame
that has ignited
hopes takes control
movement and screaming occurs
car parts litter the ground
his friends are free
and hope moves on

yet another memory

the boy is now a man
his hobby obvious
long fingers strike the keys
but no melodies flow
this man is sad
his hands sore
and the little light within
has not stired
in what seems like ages
but hope is a reliable friend
this time
hope becomes
GIANT!
the curtain parts
the crowd quiets
and those long fingers begin to move
the sounds produced
are beautiful
and precious
entrancing
the light the friend the architect
has spent its whole essence
becomeing the man they see
the melodies become memories
the solo becomes history
the sounds become emotions
as the pianist finishes
tears streak the cheeks
of the audience
curtian closes
applause and screaming are heard
he is free
and hope settles down for a nice sleep