Keeping the Beat

The male visitor in the room spotted me at the door and asked his mother if she could hear the music.  I did not hear her response so I proceeded into the room very slowly.  I noticed another female visitor sitting in a chair next to the bed.  The patient, sitting upright, had a breathing tube and appeared to be asleep.  As I played, I noticed the patient moving her index finger in time with the music.  Her eyes remained closed.  The female visitor started to well up with tears.  They both thanked me for playing for the patient.