One high piano chord to open — the pedal holds it while it thins into the room.

The middle register starts answering the high ones — a lower reply for every ring.

The low register arrives — a warm floor beneath the fragile upper droplets.

The quick figures ease off, leaving a few chords to hang in the pedal.

Chords have formed in the middle, and a thin, bell-like line floats in above them.

This stretch gathers — the swells grow, and the hammers land with firmer weight.

Back up top — small repeating figures, close-set, like beads of sound.

The pace has opened into warm, held chords, and a fragile high line threads over the top.

A rich chord swells up from below — rounder, darker — then sinks back.

The light figures return, picking the thread back up.

Now it gathers hard — the biggest surge the piece makes.

And it lands — something broad and held, a still floor after all that motion.

It stirs once more — one more swell rising underneath.

Then the momentum falls away, and the playing comes apart into single, separated sounds.

Mostly decay now — each sound left to ring out alone into the room.

Then nothing but the room.