Of all the objects and furniture I have seen, there is one that I find quite regularly. They come in different shapes and styles like the forgotten past companion of music lovers or unknown virtuosos. Whether visiting a castle, mansion, villa, theater, or café, its presence changes the tone and interest of a visit. Silences are paralleled by the lost notes which once rang out through these empty rooms. Grand pianos, baby grands, concerts, or learners’ pianos, the keyboards may have been silent for several decades but call you to brush them, caress them, and discreetly test their sonority, if there remains one.
They may now be covered in dust but once they filled a family with joy on a festive Sunday, marked the end of a sacred Mass or awakened the curiosity of a child. What is left of these notes today? Nothing. Nothing but a silence barely disturbed by the passage of a music-loving visitor.