I improvise, I play

On the strings of an abandoned soul,

I easily compose impromptus

From feelings that have sunk into silence.

Legato dreams are born,

They flow like a stellar trail.

Through emptiness, oblivion, tears

I extract the voice of flutes.

They sing to you of happiness,

Gift with exquisite warmth,

In them, simplicity and complicity

Have merged into a message of sound.

You listen to the virtuosity,

Divine chords soar.

You drown in magical trills,

In the heat of the game, your gaze shines.

I bring the notes back to life,

I lead the melody more tenderly.

The turns of the motifs are bold.

In them, a glimmer of former best days,

In them, a sigh of happiness, love's aspirations,

The naivety of glances, the caress of words,

The interweaving of reckless years,

The haze of thoughts, the audacity of dreams.

I improvise, I play

A desired role from the past,

Under a mask of passion I conceal,

I try to hide the pain deeper.

To forget you, to immerse in blues,

To surrender completely to the game,

To merge with the last, bright note

In a Parisian cabaret at night.