Two women sit at a piano, their hands moving so fast that they become a blur, yet still each key is hit with marked precision. Intertwined, like the branches of a tree growing together as they search for light, it is barely possible to know whose hand is whose. Each body circles in synchrony with the movement of the music, as though a wind has arrived and captured the branches in its spiralling motion. From the perfect union of the two women and the instrument emerges an organism, beating and pulsing with life and spirit and an otherworldly presence.