Last week I got the urge to play a piano, but my neighbours were in (and have recently expressed their dislike of the repetition that is required when writing/practicing) so on my lunch break I drove to Breedon-on-the-Hill. They have a piano in the church there that says "This piano is meant to be played. If you know how please do so" or something thereabouts.

I wanted to write something as a starting point for the A Siege Of Colour music. I pulled up a small chair and sat Quasimodo'd listening to the wind in the rafters, thinking of Horstmann and Philip Glass and butterflies made of light.

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