The piano plays tirelessly scrolls a black and white world, only structured by the saxophone and ambient sounds, lit only by voice, only decorated with this contradictory, gentle and violent image, a smile face of death, which builds, stretches pace raids sax, a pure smile, like sound, a beautiful smile as would be seen on all faces. As it's not the case, we listen to music, music like this, throbbing, warm, like a shining gem in the heart, a gem without color, black and white, as the picture, yet warm in his presence as a smile.

Such a beautiful smile that we don't want it to stop, then the song replays again and again.

 

"I rythm the life with the tempo of the music". Mr. Kanard.