You recall the beautiful piece I bought in Paris, my little angel. I found this one in the same gallery, produced by an arguably more well-known artist by the name of Christine Thouzeau. The gallery owner showed us some of her commercial work - she's apparently huge in Japan. I'm willing to take her word for it, because I fell in love with these pieces.
This one, titled pianissimo, is from the same collection as petit ange pianiste . . . they both are part of the La Musique exhibit. And from this print, I learned a bit more about how beautiful the French language can be. Madame Benezit described this particular work as being full of lovée. Or at least that's what I think she said. Far too subtle and far too French to translate, she described it as a sense of not only hearing the music, but being in it.
As a piano teacher, I get it. Sort of.