I dream of walking through an empty house, frantically searching every room for something, for you, and you’re not there.
Back then, when I had really lost you, it was a waking dream: you, in the flutter of a curtain or the wink of a sunbeam, just out of the corner of my eye. I mustn’t, but I turn around and you’re gone.
All the musical references are Polish…The rather oblique one is the shape of the start from this Chopin nocturne, very loosely.