Concert in a small and dingy venue, tucked away behind a bleak train station.
The man who so devotedly plays the tailpiece of his cello
produces a hoarse and toneless creak,
inevitably propelling himself into my category 'ethnographic observation'
You give me a broad and animated smile.
Feel your hot breath in my ear as you whisper in your French
« C'est tellement experimental, j'aime beaucoup! »
[It's so experimental, I love it!]