On Wednesday mornings, Pasqual, the plumber at the Chateau de Monthelon, in rural Burgundy, where I am on writing residency, plays the piano beautifully in one of the largest rooms of the chateau. He doesn’t mind that I sit in the room to write while he plays. This is a few minutes of piano that I recorded. I call it Pasqual the Plumber’s Lament. I’m sure he calls it something different.