Mr Liszt has been on an extended concert tour . It was needed the he should run the likes of Thalberg,Pixis,and Dreyschock out of Paris once and for all . He is now leading a more or less monastic life,and is planning on writing an oratorio on the subject of the Legend of St Elizabeth . Life is good,except the cigar smoke from the Princess Caroline von Wittgenstein is quite intolerable . She won't even open a window .
Mr Liszt is also asking for your prayers,seeing as how his eldest daughter Cosmia is dating that teutonic scamp Wagner . Gott im Himmel !
There's an inescapable melancoly in the grey corridors of a rainy night . Wet curtains hanging from the starless sky . Cars hiss past the window like lost waves . Never existing,forever forgotten . No eyes shining in the darkness ...
No light remains ...