He started out softly, fingers caressing milky keys. The tiniest chimes echoed out of the string chamber, echoing eerily, just small enough to strain to hear. Slowly…

Slowly…

Softly…

A rhythm emerging, coalescing, swelling, receding, but omnipresent now. Driving the small flower of a song further, bit by bit. Measure by measure.

Lower notes, left hand, blending in a swarthy, rich mix and bringing the sounds to just a little more boundlessness, a little more volume. His fingers started moving faster…

Faster…

Sounds blending and layering and bouncing off one another, faster, louder, progressing and pounding into fortondoandos, getting louder and louder and raucous and cacophonous as his hands were hammers, to rend the keys to chips and jagged edges. Climbing to bellowing trumpets of sound, fffff and beyond!

Frenzied, feverish agonies of music, playing and playing and -

Down went the piano, lying cracked in two, strings snapped with the force of bullwhips, keys strewn around the floor. :||