"What are you searching, Mylord, in music ?"
"I'm searching for tears and regrets, music exists only to express what is not possible to be expressed by words."
"...I'm wind... do you believe one doesn't suffer being wind ? Sometimes the wind carries the music to us as sometimes the light carries to you the appearances..."

A deeply felt tribute to the Music Maestros of the past, a suffered research in the profound meaning of music, a personal homage to the impressive film of A. Corneau "Tous les matins du Monde", an individual contribution to the Baroque harmonies and age, a singular excursion in the purity of sound. Two chapters in a release: a studio session and a live one played in total retirement in the lounge of an italian house of the XVIIth century.