A musical monologue. In a dark room. In the tradition of recurring songs, night songs, hymns to the night, letters, cycles, fragments, figures and images by Novalis, Hölderlin, Goethe, Michelangelo and Goya.
A work of extreme reduction, of asceticism. A single person. Instead of history, meditation on history. Instead of action, silence. Instead of projections, darkness in space. Instead of the outer world, the inner world, beyond things.
A human being at the end of the era we called EUROPE. Born in the second act of Parsifal, between the walls of the head that seem to be the death mask of Richard Wagner, darkness within us from beginning to end.
The night as the opposite of the song of the sun. With the music of Johann Sebastian Bach as a fugue of the night for the instrument of one voice.
