During a Family Livestream, My Niece Snapped the Bracelet Off My Wrist

Playing piano in a candlelit cellar while people aboveground tried to remember how to sleep without sirens. A young composer whose hands shook the first time he heard his work played back on a slightly out-of-tune upright. She had never named him, not directly. I had figured it out years later in a library, looking at an old photograph captioned Heinrich continue reading …