As quite as the room was my thoughts began to make noise as my thoughts and actions took each other by hand and hand the symphonic, bittersweet harmony arose from my thoughts and onto my skin colliding with a blade of steel like a horse-hair stringed bow to the copper wire on a delicately crafted violin getting louder and louder, the scene does, with every vigorous sawing motion of hand and tears streaming, the symphony came to a stop with one sharp note and a crooked smile. She rest with corrupt joy as a reward for all of the hard work done; as the notes were written down-- not on paper, but on skin.