Sur la clef de sol
Sur mon clavier
Je lis ma solitude
Elle se meut,
cette solitude.
Émue,
tantôt muette,
elle s’exprime à tue-tête !
Douce Solitude
ne sois pas si rude,
ne fais pas de ta cruauté une habitude,
alors que tu peux être si belle,
si légère et frêle.
Tantôt sceptique,
tantôt acrobatique,
tu te mêles à la clé de fa –
Fatalité rythmée !
Cover photo by Salomé Melchior
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