A temporary space on the riverbank along the Thames that appears on low tide.
I play some notes on the trumpet to tell someone that I am here.
Another trumpet responds from the opposite side of the space.
We call each other for a while and then improvise a melody together.
I start to walk slowly considering the coral reefs and unnamed creatures dying in the sea.
I try to make my body movements and mental states as close as possible to them of similar quality.
I sing a song dedicated to them with respect and fondness.
I move in the wind, like they float in the water.
lyrics of the song
*The same melody as Bailero by Joseph Canteloube
Dear Sirs, Dear my ancestors
We are here, we are here
Dear Sirs, dear our distant relatives
We are here, we are here
I remember the era when I was with you
We were floating, we were floating
Espèro mé,
Te báô circa, baïlèro, lèro?
Lèro, lèro, lèro, lèro, baïlèro lô!
Performers:
Sarah Woolfenden - trumpet and objects
Mirei Yazawa - trumpet, song and body movement
Performed on 15th Mar 2020 in the performance event '' in London
