A grand piano wrapped in quilted pads by movers, tied up with canvas straps—like classical music’s birthday gift to the criminally insane— is gently nudged without its legs out an eighth‐floor window on 62nd street. It dangles in April air from the neck of the movers’ crane, Chopin-­‐shiny black lacquer squares and dirty white crisscross … Continue reading Undivided Attention