Megan sat at the piano and without ceromony, began playing. The notes of Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto 3 began tumbling out of the the piano’s lungs. It filled the air around us. Her small hands flicked over the keys — she made it look casual. I looked up. Son was watching with fierce concentration. James’s eyes were wide in pleasure. Damjan had the biggest smile I had seen all weekend. It was the look of absolute delight.