“I heard you play. Then I saw you one time as you left the building in the Cité de la Musique. I was on the corner, ten meters away. You stopped to stare at a tree as the wind was shaking its leaves in the sunlight. I was amazed to see that because of this you missed the bus. It was then. I understand what you’ve told me. You’re right. Nothing will happen between us except the music. But some people fall in love with a touch while shaking hands, and others, just as inexplicably, in other ways.”
