Before the world comes to a standstill, a little family on top of a tower in a fairy tale castle starts packing. Quickly, we put into the bags, the songbook, the pastels, the drafts of music paper scribbled in all directions, some clothes, books, thoughts, poems, small pebbles picked up, snatches of Chambord… take away the little things of this so majestic place. Panic, tomorrow begins the ‘lockdown’ we must go back somewhere, choose a place where we can hear the birds singing while the world is suspended. 

I wrote these songs while listening to the black swifts circling in the sky, chatting with the gardeners and making my voice reverberate among the ancient stones. The words flowed little by little with a few notes on a makeshift piano. A few tears also flowed, from the vulnerability of saying through music, of letting the door to the inner world and emotions open once again, but in such a different way.To give my voice to the world and to let it fly away, like the migratory birds which unceasingly, over the years, come back to the places of their anchorage.

To Didier and Aiko

Alexandra Grimal — voice, mini rhodes, small pebbles, reeds, pieces of wood, cymbals, pearls, Tibetan bowl, dried flowers, corn balls, wooden frog, egg

Benjamin Lévy – electronics