You play. In the dark. Alone. No audiences. Deafness greets your musics, blindness finds your dance. No applause. There are no admirers and there is no time for celebrations. There are no victories when you play for them all — and you play for keeps, on purpose. You play all the way in with urgent heart and skill. You die alone. A lost tracer in the twilight. No one knew. Anonymous. The wind becomes your name.