L’Inconnue de la Seine • The Unknown woman of the Seine • L’Inconnue de la Seine • The Unknown woman of the Seine • L’Inconnue de la Seine • The Unknown woman of the Seine

In the early hours of the morning, mist clings to the ground like a shroud;

The people are sleeping, restlessly dreaming of stories before they are told.

And as shadows evolve from the darkness, I feel like I’m floating on air

That caresses my body, sensually teasing as if the wind really did care.

Hear my footsteps resound on the cobbles; they mimic the beat of my heart.

I’m alone in the city, weary, so weary, I long for the sweet lullaby, the song of the night.

But reflections delight and entice me as they dance on the water below,

It’s a whisper, a vision, a vague premonition that lures me towards the unknown.

The river; so cool and inviting, taunts me to join in its game.

Playfully guiding me, mocking and tempting me; flippantly calling my name.

In the earlier hours of the morning, as the mist clears the ground like a ghost;

Breathless and mesmerised, I sigh as I close my eyes to the strains of a sweet lullaby, the song of the night.

Music & Lyrics by Denis & Lesley Chopin

Suicide in “E” Minor tells the story as if L’Inconnue were speaking...did she really kill herself ?

Lesley Chopin - Lead/ Choir vocals

Denis Chopin  - All Instruments

Gary Durance - Drums & Percussion

Mario Price - Violin

The Song of the Night (Suicide in “E”Minor) Painted by Alexandra G

Impasto - oil on canvas 122cm x 152.5cm

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