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Silo Park in Christchurch seems to have something new almost every time I visit.

At one point (Is it still there?) a piano appeared.

If you hung around it long enough, you be entertained by various pianists stepping up to have a play.

None of them quite so cute as this wee one though!

Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.

In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song
Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong
To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside
And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide.

So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour
With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour
Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.

Piano, D. H. Lawrence

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