Louange à l'Éternité de Jésus names its work without disguise: praise offered to the eternity of Jesus. The cello carries that praise as one long, almost motionless song while soft piano chords pulse underneath, neither driving nor resolving the line. Nothing here recounts captivity. The music simply steps outside ordinary duration. Weight stays suspended, the surface stays sparse, and the ear is held in long returning rather than climax or story. After the final resonance thins into silence, what remains is not triumph or lament but devotion stretched until time itself can bear the infinite.