Theatre,
a man on the stage. He is alone thinking of his beloved: “Charlotte! Adieu!”. Charlotte passed away...
He is crying, shouting, he feels overwhelmed, without energy [notes played only with the left hand].
Someone knocks at the door [Improvviso, lento e dolente]. Who is it? What is it? Is it death itself? A little motiv has broken into the mind of a man: it is driving him crazy! He starts dancing a sarcastic dance [Allegretto marciante].
That little motiv is always there, with his persistent jumping notes. The man faces those notes with power, struggling … but at the end he falls down exhausted!
We are alone and without excuse...
