I was bored so I downloaded a piano.
It grew and grew until it took over everything and nothing else on my phone worked. The keys became notes and my messages symphonies. Instead of calls, I heard trombones.
I could no longer read the news or the things people said. The piano wouldn’t let me; it played at all times of the day, by itself, over everything.
“Why don’t you get a new phone, without a piano?” My daughter suggested.
“Listen,” the piano said, and filled everything in the world with music until it all finally made sense.