Sound and motion — held by the dark.

Let me play for you.

She kneels into the sound- it lifts her.

Breathed out from the chest — it reaches the soul.

Sound between dream and waking.

Surrender to the moment.

The beat is not what he plays- it's what he becomes.

Before the music begins — the ritual, the silence, the knowing hand.

In boxes like these, we once searched for ourselves.