This isn’t just a piano. It’s my piano — paid for by your need to be useful. Each ivory key is a reminder of your obedience.  Each note I play will echo with your sacrifice. You won’t hear the music. You won’t touch the instrument. Just a short, dreamy audio clip of one piano note… played just for you. No song. No message. Just a soft, distant sound — and the knowledge that it came from my piano, bought by your money. “That one note? It belongs to you. But nothing else ever will.”Deep down, you crave the feeling of being owned by something beautiful, elegant and completely out of reach. This is your purpose. To give without expectation. To provide beauty you’ll never be a part of. A grand gesture, for a grand piano. For your Angel.