The piano starts already in motion: left hand pushing the beat, right hand snapping that short figure again and again.

Her first question comes in almost conversationally, but the piano underneath is anything but casual.

The hiding place is named plainly now: she runs to the rock and asks it to cover her.

The rock refuses in the same voice, so the song turns the answer into another part of the chase.

River and sea enter the story, but the piano doesn't change course; it keeps that bright, hard-running figure under every refusal.

Even the Lord's answer is sung as repeated speech: "Go to the devil," each return more unavoidable because the vamp never steps aside.

Now "Power" becomes the whole center of the room, a single word thrown out and answered back.

By this point the story has narrowed into repetition: voice, response, and piano all staying with that one demand.

The piano's repeated figure is still the floor here; even when the singing stretches out, the left hand keeps hurrying forward.

The voice leaves the foreground and the piano takes over without relaxing, turning accompaniment into a solo made of runs and close-packed chords.

That brief "oh yeah" sits inside the piano-led stretch, more like a vocal flare than a full return to the earlier storytelling.

The story reenters at the boiling river and sea, and the piano is still racing underneath as if no time has passed.

The Lord's reply lands colder this time: the question is not where to hide, but where the sinner was when prayer was needed.

"Ought-a be praying" turns into a repeated command, and Simone keeps the phrase clipped enough to ride the same pulse.

The dry congas add another tapping layer under the piano, thickening the drive without giving it a new destination.

When "Power" returns, it sounds more open and raw against the piano and congas than it did earlier over piano alone.

The plea becomes direct now: "I need you, Lord," with her voice stretching against the same unsettled accompaniment.

The last "Power" repetitions leave almost no story left, just the word and the band holding the chase in place.

And then the held cry and the instruments stop together, leaving the piano's next bar unanswered.