“Where the piano is, there is one’s treasure, as far as I am concerned... nothing, surely, is more delightful than sitting down at the piano on a summer day, and playing Chopin or Debussy while the natural sunlight drifts over one’s shoulders through the vines outside, creating a filigree of shadow in the printed page... a shifting pattern of ghostly leaf and blossom that dances to the mood of the music.”
