Ma solitude en clef de sol

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

This poem is not only about solitude; it addresses solitude as if it were a person. Salomé sought to zoom in and out of solitude in order to understand it better. She was driven to write this piece in the context of a pandemic, where solitude has become a reality we are forced to live with.

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