An evening, in the course of a tour in England, coming back to his hostel after a concert, Ysaÿe found a message from Belgium telling him about the severe illness of his youngest son: Antoine, still very young by then…
On the bedside table, he wrote that little piece, so full with tenderness, but also with worrieds, dedicated to "mon p'tit Antoine" : my li'le Antoine.
The li'le Antoine survived well anyway, and lived till over 80…
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Rève d'enfant
Eugène Ysaÿe
