The piano had been sitting there in the music room for quite some time. It was lonely. She knew it was lonely. There was nothing for Alice to do but provide it with some companionship, to sit down and caress those keys with some Chopin. She loved Chopin. From the first moment she heard the composer, she loved him. His music made her happy. She could be having the worst day of her life. A real down day. Then she hears a Chopin Nocturne and she is floating on air. So Alice sat down and began. She let her finger touch a key lightly and then it was on to another. Soon the keys were singing in such harmony it was almost as if they were playing a symphony. They weren’t. They were just playing a Nocturne.