During my walk last night, I noticed the piano in the upper window, but at the time no one was playing it. The melody reaching my ears is right, but the rhythm is slow. A beginner pianist surely. I also hear a voice, the professor perhaps? I would like to sit near the piano and let myself be lulled by its vibrations. This house looks so alive. Quite the opposite of that of granny who gradually loses her heart as the pile of boxes grows.