Dawn entered on time. The warning flash
demanding thunder’s drumrollechoing round the mountains. Salzburgwas never so musical. In his gardena pulsatilla flinched with joy. Beneathhis fast pen, music wrote itself. In this house,the waterpipes made music with the cistern,doors made harmony with window catches; wet shoeswith wooden chairs scraped back. Mathematicsscrawled on walls sang number.Piano lessons were from youth to age,no need…