Her fingers go from slow to hasty until they are all flying all over the keyboard. Tapping the black keys here and there, she is lost in the wonderland she has made up in her mind not too long ago.
She is like a god, putting all the necessary parts to their rightful places and breathing life into the people who will eventually make a mark in the world. She is a puppet master. She naughtily plays but still warily holds her puppets' strings. The thin strings sometimes tangle with each other but she would fix them. Only in the right time, of course.
She is the Master, after all.
She is a madwoman, speaking a language everyone knows but only a few truly understands. There is nothing in it for her, but it's not a waste of time because somehow, she needs this...
To let her demons out, to keep her sane.
To breathe, to live...
