The rule: Never leave a piano unattended if there are musicians in the area.
Fellow travelers to Mendoza understand this, as I willingly played the grand piano in the wine cellar so as to stimulate the fermentation process. Seriously! That is only one instance in the repertoire of “un-tinkled” pianos left unattended.
However, I gave the duty last night to my son at Cokesbury Village, where his grandmother lives. He provided a concert in the cavernous foyer, commanding an audience. The crowning moment was a lively rendition of “Heart and Soul” with mother and son jamming.
Piano lessons last a lifetime.
Hooray for the Grand piano in the Atrium! You are a marvel, Ben, and the ladies await your return. Love, Grandma June