It is a miniature tone-poem depicting ascene of an old man sitting in a doorway at dusk. He is playing a guitar and begins by plucking the lowest string, as though searching for what he wishes to play. As the music gains momentum, it gradually moves upwards by meansof the guitar’s open strings and breaks into a dance. Now it is dark and a nightmarish band of dancers passes by the old guitarist. The dance, jerky and uneven, develops melodically and harmonically the initial material of thepiece. After a climax, the dancers move on - the dance music subsides and a nocturne is heard, interrupted periodically by the music of the dance in the distance. Maybe this is not geographical distance, but the distance oftime, perhaps the whole episode has been mere memories. The piece ends musingly with the motive from which it began.