Begin with how
today feels.

A white sail passes through dusk without looking back, but the harbor steps remember two people’s silence. “Don’t see me off” leaves farewell between a coat sleeve and the sea breeze; years later, streetlights still recall that final turn. A clear female voice unfolds over harp, whistle and fingerpicked guitar, with fiddle and warm strings holding the words left unsaid. The sail moves away; the song remains.

The sail does not look back, but the harbor steps remember two people’s silence. Mary’s warm lower register meets tin whistle, fiddle, cello and acoustic guitar, setting farewell in a misty harbor at dusk. A spacious introduction and interlude let the sea breeze pass slowly. Years later, streetlights still recall a tender turning-away: the sail has gone, but the song remains.