The voice of all things

Is it possible to listen to the song of our first love without recalling
the place? Four jazz musicians play in a club in the city. They communicate through looks and silence. The streets are deserted, the last buses of the night are leaving, the shops are closing, the garbage trucks rumble, the waves crash against the rocks, and the lighthouse light flickers on and off in the water. As if it were the end of the world. By the next morning, the sounds will gleam in the bright daylight.