My father was a self-taught classical pianist and throughout my childhood the sounds of his music rang through our house. And in my mind’s eye I can still see him sitting at the baby grand playing a piece by Chopin or Beethoven. (See Moonlight Sonata) That baby grand followed my folks from the house I grew up in, to one they moved to in their later years, and of course that house too was filled with my dad’s beautiful music – until years later when he died and the piano stood...