The desert advances, slowly, without... It reaches where the light no longer resists, Without saber or voice, Just silence in our silence. It settles, in the folds of hearts closed for too long. Dust of forgetting, fatigue of being, peace within oneself. It seeps under hurried steps, in sighs that no longer seek an echo... Work on Olivier Messiaen's mode n°2. interaction of the nativ mode with itself, shifted by 3 or 7 semitones, in minor and direct or retrograde reading. https://youtu.be/TDgqSIQBPtI?feature=shared