Like a wandering moth the notes stray into my house, trickling in on a light wind from a unit somewhere below. There is a person on the piano in my condominium who is practising a tune. I am no music critic, but Chopin's legacy is safe.
I admire this stranger whom I cannot see because to practise a craft is to respect it. There is something sincere in tuning a talent and polishing it to a shine. "Each driver," the Formula One genius Ayrton Senna once said, "has his limit. My limit is a little bit further than others". Most of us have no idea where ours is.
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