Newsletter: October 2025 Greeting again, and as leaves fall and storms return to soak and batter, we start with a riddle: Question: ‘What has keys but can’t listen to the beauty it unlocks?’ Answer? ‘A piano.’ Maybe that’s a doorway into why the piano is a holy place for me. The keys may be black and white, but there isn’t a colour under the sun they cannot create. Not that I always thought so. A piano teacher in my childhood, who focused more on error than joy, made the keyboards …
