I wonder what it must be like to not play the piano. I wonder what it must be like to see a piano and just see a beautiful piece of furniture. Or looking at the keys – what do you see? I see a C, and then an E flat above it, and a G above that and then a B flat and then a D flat, I hear a beautiful, odd sound, Manhattany sound. I imagine most people don’t hear the sound I hear when they see those notes in between other notes. it’s one of my favorite sounds and I wish I could describe it in this letter. I am singing that sound now although I cannot sing.