Un tendre et triste regret

After a hard day I play Debussy and I feel a little warmth in my hands and the hairs on my neck stand on end

The keys are alert and soft hands dance. Sound is a (?) face. Sound says that freedom exists. Sparks shoot out into space

I’m breaking the silence of the sea. You can hear me as you see me. I’m floating on the flat sea of my blue/green Debussy

I push my hands into my deep blue sea pockets and act like a girl who’s calm about humanity. I raise my Debussy flag and the signal reads “How often music dances like the sea”

Music is a house of glass in the cloud. Rhythm is flying and rhythm is raining. Thе rhythm moves right throughout the house and еvery pane of glass is still (?)

I’m breaking the silence of the sea. You can hear me as you see me. I’m floating on the flat sea of my blue/green Debussy

After a grey day I play Debussy and the colour returns to my cheeks and the hairs on my neck stand on end