Ever since I could remember Every Sunday morning there was a flower and sheet of music tied round the handle of my window. I grew used to that. I grew used to receiving them and further more I grew used to the haunting sounds of piano music playing every night. I was known as a musical prodigy, made famous by taking on songs that experts found complexed at a young age. I was in some sense happy. But at seventeen everything changed. I suddenly could no longer hear the sound of my music. I could no longer feel any emotion from the songs and the flowers and sheets of music stopped coming. At seventeen I left the musical world for good.... but what happens when the haunting music starts up again and the flowers and sheets of music return? With Lizzy's life falling apart and the Johnsons mysterious son stepping into the picture will Lizzy be able to keep herself together or like her music will she disappear? "Just one song could change everything..."