as a young girl i would wait for my friend while she was at piano practice.seemed like a long time, but I didn't mind. The room seemed full of photos of young relatives in uniform who had went off to war and never returned.
Reading them is like learning a different language. Its a language of emotions and sounds. Its an inspiration a new hope. The pages turn with the wind and the light, long fingers that turn them with care, piano books. Read them.