The earth contests music, playing its sounds through our fingers. The breeze is a mere string game that implants in our ears the tunes of songs. What if music was a smooth surface? What if it did not touch the strings of a guitar or the violins to pulsate? It is still music in its glory, it penetrates to the soul as if a prayer on the earth, in the breeze of air, playing strange tunes and freezing in our vocals. Young musicians will play popular tracks and songs just by touching the smooth and slim surfaces of iPhone and iPad.