We Knew He Was Special


It started with Chopsticks, except that he played it perfectly the first time he saw the spinet.

He was eighteen months old at the time.

From there he moved to Für Elise and the Moonlight Sonata. At ten he memorized all of Chopin’s nocturnes and was making a serious go at Rachmaninoff’s Third Piano Concerto.

So what if he took to wearing a powdered wig, embroidered waistcoat, silk stockings and silver-buckled shoes? So what if he refused to use electricity?

A boy out of another time, he chose to live that way.

It was his life, brief though it was.


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