She played music rapidly in the stormy house. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, fierce winds tore down the trees, and the pouring rain smashed against the glass. But none of this had anything to do with her. She could only hear the sound of the piano that was surrounding her at the moment, and feel the trembling of her fingertips, which was both depressing and passionate.
Intention: If you like it, please say it boldly