A letter to... my music man

It was all the music’s fault. A gallingly beautiful April morning. The day after my dad, out of the blue, had died. He was 68, I was 31. On the drive back from the hospital – where my mum, my brother

THE last specks of rain of the previous night’s storm pattered against the widow of the drawing-room. Meryl Stewart sat at the keyboard of her baby grand, working her way through the piano arrangement

Serial part 4

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As series three of The Piano reaches its moving crescendo, Mika , Jon and Claudia reveal their highs, lows and audition pieces

When I lost my soulmate I turned to my furry friend