Her fingertips hit the ivory as they dance in harmonious conjunction. The hammers pound as they playback her dance while the thick, wool felt strikes the strings. But, through all the chaos, her mind is silent. Her index fingernail scrapes on the key of G flat as the fortissimo exudes through the soundboard. Sirens wail as the crescendo and staccatos are enhanced. Cries of sadness and disbelief made prominent, but the sonata still sounds and the music lives on.