This piece would like to be a physical abstract reconstruction, in the concert hall or in the performance place, of a virtual mechanical instrument, with audience put inside its belly, between gears.

…Focalise…in this piece the ensemble instruments should be thought as « musical rollers » of an old and shobby Barberie organ into disuse, a street instrument, that met thousands hosty glances…maybe in a station…a multitude of fragmented stories…maybe in other places…few stealed secondes to the usual daily chaos, it given a sweet mechanical music to passing faces, out of time, a music able to break the time linearity with the lightness of an ancien and noble poeticality… it stealed to wayfarers conversations fragments, diverted looks, road informations, shreds of dreams, hopes and delusions, putting all into its mechanical memory, changing with time its rollers tabulates ; its music moulded by encounter with random lifes… Conductor play it, trying to focalize, among crazy chips of rusty sounds and shreds of mechanical memory, the ancient beauty of a popular waltz that, like all the beautiful and affected think, reveal itself in a hint, to become a beautiful memoirs…