In the room, a strange and ancient object for making music, an instrument of a startling complexity. I have always hesitated in front of the piano, feeling small before an icon of several centuries of great music. I find myself in space with few things: a computer, a microphone, a little bit of time and most of all, this piano. We decide to adopt each other. We spend several nights tinkling together to the songs of crickets in July.

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