I Took Care of My Elderly Neighbor – After She Died, the Police Knocked on My Door, and When I Learned Why, My Knees Buckled

playing. I let my hands find the notes Robert hadn’t had time to write.

I finished the melody. Added harmonies. Resolved the phrases. Made it complete. It took me over an hour.

When I played the final chord, I sat there for a long time with my hands still on the keys.

Then I noticed something on the piano. A small envelope tucked behind the music stand.continue reading …