A piano arrives out of silence: round chords, spaced wide, left ringing in a big room.

The chords circle without ever landing on a steady beat — the rhythm floats, never quite sits down.

Low strings ease in underneath, widening the sound without pushing it anywhere.

A soft voice arrives, close and unhurried, woven right into the piano.

Each phrase ends the same way — the voice lets go, and the piano takes the weight back.

The singing stops, and for a long stretch it's just piano and strings holding the air.

The voice returns, and the piano takes it up again.

Behind the voice, the strings slowly gather weight.

The closing phrase keeps coming round, each pass a little further apart.

The voice lets go, and the music rolls on without it — looser now, and swaying.

Then everything falls away at once, and the piano is left circling on its own.

The last chords come further and further apart, each one ringing out into the room.