Music, this was Leclair's obsession, day and night he played, completely surrendering himself to that violin that had bewitched him. Isolated in his villa in Paris, he even forgot he was a husband, a father. I started searching for the truth many years ago and I finally found it, now I would like to share it with you but the only way to do that is by using coded messages. Little by little everything will take shape. Just like the notes, little black dots that come to life in the score.
You know the musical notes, don't you?