Tomo could feel the person looking at her, if that could make any sense to any seeing person. It was sort of like that prickly feeling on the back of the neck when someone stood behind you. With a tilt of her head, like an animal listening closely, Tomo's gentle smile stayed on her lips. A soft stammering rose up from the direction of the door. A girl's voice, small and timid and sacred. Almost like she had felt earlier. A protective feeling rose up through her, like warm water finding every part of her. 

And that small, timid voice wanted her to play again. To play for her like she had played for herself and for Ueda. Closing her eyes slowly her hand fell gently down to the piano seat. Music was comfort. Comfort unlike any other. It could hold more warmth and love than any one person, just within a song. So reaching, so caring, it was like having an accepting mother's embrace. No wonder so many people used it for so many things. Tomo set her white cane back against the piano and turned in her seat once more. 

"Of course," she said softly, "I'd love to play for you." The other girl needed the music, just as she had. It was something she understood with all of her heart. Bowing her head over the keys of the piano, she let her fingers dance and build a happy dream for the girl. A comforting dream for the girl who wanted to lose herself in the music, just as she did. It was a confident melody, something she really loved hearing. Something sweet and flowing, like a song from a music box. She really loved this song. Perhaps once the song had ended the girl would feel just a bit better.

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