Upon black and white strings the soul scratches, screams, captures and fragments the noises of the city. Streets pulse like piano keys. The air vibrates within the breath of jazz and soul, while frantic brushstrokes spill onto the floor like notes escaped from the score. A sonic dripping dissolves forms and colours, creating a sensorial landscape: every voice is a colour, every laughter a rhythm. The night expands, sways; it dances like a suspended chord between dream and reality.