Barytone Saxophone and Piano
What's there to add to the paradoxes? Another sequence of sounds? Who is already lost in the night?
Hard to say, in the daily flow. Keeping one's word in secret. For the little of an ear.
Saying it slowly. Slowly. Against speed in violence already eating the stone.
Chasing the wind, like a rider chases windmills. To break its back, but what does it matter?
To whisper the secret of a road, always the same, to freshen the grass at your feet.
Carl-Emmanuel Fisbach [saxophone] et Wenjiao Wang [piano]