The Night was Wide

Composer：Simone Campanini

Words from composer

It’s a poem about solitude in a night of early winter, and that’s what the music tries to render: 

a dark, windy night where the stars have fear and everybody, even the squirrels, remains at home.
A housewife on her rocking chair feels the absence of her husband a little less bitter than in May,
but anyway, she’s still looking at the empty sofa in this dark, wide night.