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Pheo Rose Bio  Sometime between ages 10 and 11, and somewhere in the swirl of bologna and liverwurst that was brought into our house of poverty, came an upright piano. Once here, the old and cracked veneer was stripped off, but nothing ever replaced it. That was “home” then, people and things stripped of what they had, and not much could be given to produce new luster. I buried my fingers into the piano keys as I unburied emotions through playing. Eight months of lessons almost completely undid any love for the piano. I announced that the only way I would keep with the instrument was “my way,” Without intention, the piano became my “sounding board” for life’s confusion, as well as my confessor receiving all the pain and hurt and troubling thoughts. In so many ways time at the piano was my single intimate companion to whom I could reach out with the most vulnerable of feelings. My childhood was a life of great scarcity of everything nurturing, and my ...