The piano states the tune first, unhurried, over a faint sustained bed.

The voice arrives close and warm, settling just behind the beat while the piano tucks in underneath it.

Behind him now a soft chorus echoes him from farther back, and the space around the voice deepens.

He lets the voice rest a moment, and the instruments pass the tune between them.

And now he comes back strong — more chest in the voice, more press, the orchestra rising to meet him.

The voice steps back out, and for a few bars the strings carry the tune themselves.

When he returns, it's softer than he left it — almost conversational, right up close.

Just piano and a breath of strings now, his voice low and close.

Then he starts to climb — the same rising phrase again and again, the strings gathering under him as he goes.

He saves the longest hold for the end — voice out front, orchestra wide underneath, in no hurry to let it go.