Does music heal?
For about two years, one question kept circling back: does music heal? Not as a metaphor, but as something you could witness in a room.
It started with curiosity about bringing live music into a place where it is rarely heard. We didn't have a thesis to prove. We had an instinct that performing — and then genuinely listening to the response — might open something that ordinary programming could not.
From question to practice
The answer didn't arrive in theory. It arrived the first time a piece was performed and the room was invited to respond. The depth of what people shared — the memories, the interpretations, the feeling of being heard — suggested that the question itself had been the right one all along.
We still don't claim a tidy answer. But we keep asking, recital after recital, and the room keeps answering for us.