The City is empty.

Late at night walking between.

Louise and Stephanie.

I found Nelu and said.

Thank you.

One week later,

We can communicate,

Thank Googlyou.

Couple of weeks later,

You came, with visitors.

What an Honor.

In a former Bank.

There was my cupboard.

Full of meanless objects.

There was this cupboard,

Hiding this secret way

To the former safe,

in a random and mechanical way


Enlightened by the light coming

from the outside,


Nelu Chitaristu,

improvises for others

Like the hum of the sea

Wrapping them in the folds of his music.

Until the doors shut.

Brussels, 2016.