Under the velvet of a starry night, under the mystical moon that enchants the world with its shimmering light, someone asked a question. A question, simple in its formulation, yet imbued with a curiosity that defies the boundaries of reality. "Isn't a grand piano a drum kit?" asked the questioner, whispering his words as softly as the night wind. "Prove it to me, but in a way that takes us to a world of doubt and fantasy."