Gordon tapped lightly on the keys and the room sounded with… sound. That was the only way to describe it. The only way she could. She wiped her hands and came to the edge of the chair to hear him play. He learned out of necessity but played earnestly. His hands danced. He knew not to trust the composition of others so he played one of his own design. Yes. His own right hand would dispel doubt and form in her soul, a song she would praise him for later. He played his tune. Now that his world was watching. He played his tune. He would learn guitar next.