Proposal
Weekends.
One song. One room. One quiet moment arranged around a question.
The Smallest Ensemble We Ever Send
Usually a single voice and a single instrument. Sometimes a trio, hidden until the moment. Always live. Always the song the two of them think of when they think of each other.
The arrangement is written for the room — a stairwell, a terrace, a garden at dusk — so the sound arrives before the players do.
"She said yes to the song before she said yes to me."
A Boat at Dusk
A cellist waiting on the far shore; a vocalist stepping in from the boathouse. The couple never saw the musicians — only heard them, once, from across the water.
One Song, One Room
A private dining room. A pianist behind a curtain. A song arranged that morning from a voicemail she had left him seven years earlier. She said yes before the second verse.