A home where calm flows through courtyards and lime.

In lime-washed grace, the walls exhale,
Soft textures sing a quiet tale.
A hushed retreat from noise and haste,
Where light and shadow move in taste.

Courtyards bloom with filtered skies,
A breeze between the lows and highs.
The pool, a mirror, still and deep,
Holds the day and lulls to sleep.

Every room in rhythm tied,
Through arcs of stone, the waters glide.
Steps dissolve in gentle tone,
As silence carves a space of its own.

Here, the groove is not just seen—
It’s felt in air, in mossy green.
Crafted slow with heart and hand,
A woven flow of home and land.

Ivory Groove, serene and wide,
Where soul and structure coincide.