A lone harpsichord steps in, soft plucks opening a quiet room.

The upper line rises gently over resonant bass strings.

The phrase eases into a soft cadence, strings still ringing.

A slightly higher motif opens the next breath.

Two delicate lines weave together in the warm room.

A calm descending cadence closes the first long span.

A brief breathing space—then the second half takes a higher reflective register.

Rubato stretches an upward leap in the melody.

The lines draw close, tempo flexing gently between them.

The opening contour returns, tender and unhurried.

Trills decorate the upper voice while the bass keeps its warmth.

Pressure softens; the plucks settle into a calmer pocket.

Another quiet release—the surface thins a little further.

Motion loosens, the last notes decay, and silence takes the room.