This one is somewhat different, having been driven by pure musical impulse without a moment of conscious or haptic intervention. I couldn't have been less ready, I had a bronchitis from an infection, I hadn't slept properly for days, I hadn't practised, my technique was execrable and I had several personal issues to sort out. Nonetheless, I feel I "courted the flame", as Jarrett once put it, better than I have for a long time. On the basis of this solipsistic assumption I shall post the whole thing, split into two and slightly degraded to fit the size restrictions. Make of it what you will.