I start The Four Seasons, Summer by Vivaldi, my fingers flying over the keys. The music swells, echoing through the room. It surrounds us, creating a small little safety bubble. Tears drip down my cheeks as I lose myself in the piece, a layer of sweat on my heat and my fingers aching, but I don’t stop until I slam down on the last set of notes. I close my eyes, wipe away the tears as the music fades away and I rebuild my mental walls.