Every track feels like a conversation between the piano and the world outside the window. You can hear rivers breathing, rain finding its way home, wings tracing slow circles above still water. Nothing rushes; nothing demands to be heard. These pieces were made for the spaces between thoughts — for mornings before the first cup of tea, for long evenings when the light won’t quite leave.
It’s an album about how sound becomes silence again, and how calm is never really gone; it’s just waiting under the noise.