ALC 0044 Drops

Drops, like the drops of an autumn rain, like the drops of the sea that break on a rock, like the tears of pain, of joy, of love. Drops, like these piano notes that chase each other, seek each other out and wait to see themselves reflected in one another and multiplied in an infinite game of mirrors and refractions, where the listener's soul can find the most intimate, deepest emotions and lose itself in a sea, a sea of drops.