La leçon des jours

Perhaps the lesson of the days is the weaving of memory and imagination. Here is the music, like the ebb and flow of the tide. Notes go away on tiptoe and come flooding back, either fleeting and exuberantor wise -almost silent- given to dream while engraving the slipstream of time.

Solo – face to face encounter without name. Daring to cross paths with intimacy.

Guided my notes half-heard, these moments reveal the countryside of half remembered soundtracks promising jubilant tomorrows. Chanting the sum of our days, taming the moment, unabashed by the weight of yesterdays. Singing of universal potential inside fragile offerings. The dawn self reveals and glows its hope.