In sacral serenade, the world becomes a theatrical production. Musical instruments assemble beneath an ornate frame, comedy and tragedy take their places, and fertile fields anticipate the possibility of new life.

When desire awakens, time seems to slow and ordinary surroundings acquire unexpected significance. The body begins composing its own music, conducted by instincts that sometimes appear to operate independently of conscious intention.

Desire can be playful, dramatic, tender, and absurd. It stirs creativity, draws bodies toward one another, and participates in the ancient work of sowing life.

Even the most passionate performance benefits from a little cover. And when the feeling is mutual, the music becomes something two can make together.