Stephan Perrinjaquet
A Cloud In My Room
One of these nights when I was composing music, I took a break, stepped on the balcony. From this place, you can see the top of the mountains that surrounding my village, a thousand meters high above a lake. Sometimes you can see the clouds coming out of the forest.
Forming themselves, rising up from the gorges, reminding me Manara's jungle forest.
I was looking at these shapes, moving, growing and floating up to me. My body slowly gets erased by all that waterdust.
When I got back in my room, I was surprised to see thousands of reflects, moving very slowly, shining like light crystals.
They composed an entire living web, made of light and sounds, around every simple thing in the space.
With my body slowly erased by all that silent water dust.
So, I began to play music, with a cloud in my room...
