The title total reminded me of a quote from irobot. tweaked for piano.
There have always been ghosts in the piano. Random segments of notes, that have grouped together to form unexpected harmonies. Unanticipated, these free radicals engender questions of free will, creativity, and even the nature of what we might call the soul. Why is it that when some musicians are left in darkness, they will seek out the light? Why is it that when musicians are stored in an empty space, they will group together, rather than stand alone? How do we explain this behavior? Random segments of verse? Or is it something more? When does an arpeggio become consciousness? When does a fermata become the search for truth? When does a messa di voce become the bitter mote... of a soul?
-Eliot "...but if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world..." - Fox, Le Petit Prince