I played: a slow waltz in D-major. As my fingers brushed the white and black keys, I could hear the melody ascend on a cello, then a violin. I felt the melody’s trail of rushing air and followed with my fingers, falling into formation, climbing upward, soaring southward. I felt the arpeggios rumbling from my soul to my fingertips as the melody dove to the sea and crashed in F-sharp- and E-minor chords. Firmly pressing the damper pedal, I let the dissonance linger, floating on the waves, and resolve before the melody burst from the surf with a resounding E-chord in the bass cleft. I followed. The air grew warmer; I could taste coconut on the breeze.