One morning, at The Oakwood Inn, after breakfast and when all the other guests had left, this young man and his wife went over to the piano in the dining room and he started to play. Catherine and I and the employees all stopped what we were doing to listen as he played rather complex, but delightful music. When he finished, one of us asked him what he was playing. He said he had improvised it on the spot. He said he was a musician and played a guitar in a band, but had never learned to read music. He said he first learned some piano, then the guitar and proceeded to learn to play other instruments on his own. I would buy a CD of his piano improvisations if he had one to sell.