Arus looked at her. "I wrote it just for you. These past few days have made all the bad seem like it was just the prelude to greater and brighter days." He said louder than he meant to. "I just let the music come to me and it was written just for you. Even if I didn't write it on paper it was written in my head." He closed his eyes and blushed. "Its called Wind Beneath My Wings." He looked at William and Mary but looked down quickly. He was so shy about his piano skills but piano was his passion. It had been his escape from his life. His way of coping. He put everything he felt into his fingertips so that it could come out in his music. His body and mind became one with the piano and thus the music flowed forth. He looked at Mary as she spoke. Blushing at her positive words.<br/><br/>Paling at the question. "I didn't. I...I never went to music school. I was barely allowed to go to school." He said. Shaking a bit. "Music is my means of coping. It is how I survive and live because music holds no judgment over others. That last song I wrote many years ago. When the torture became even worse at thirteen. They only let me have an extremely old piano in the basement because it kept me from leaving. Which they didn't want...they never wanted me to leave." He says softly. "It was after much begging and doing everything they said. Never talking and never answering. I was given my piano but it was stolen from me anytime I spoke out of line. So I snuck to the school and played on the teachers of the highschool. When he caught me...he let me play it. Even though I was just a little kid."<br/><br/>A tear trailed down his cheek. "I have made several songs." He looked at them. "I never went to a music school. I can't read sheet music. I can't write it. I play entirely by ear. Any song I hear I can play it back to you just as clear. My ear is my eyes to the world of music." He looked at Hannah. "I'm not that good...I just become the music and let my fingers do their dance across the keys."