One of my earliest memories is sitting on the piano bench next to
my grandfather while he played Lizst at breakneck speed. He died
before I turned seven so this is one of my few memories of him. His
beautiful baby grand piano has traveled from his home to my
parents' and now finally sits in my living room.Music is a language
that crosses barriers of age and language and can bring our
families together through memories just like mine. I wo...
