A Choir for Empty Rooms

When the city cut arts funding, the old conservatory was supposed to close quietly. Instead, every Wednesday at dusk, music began spilling from its locked windows. No one ever saw musicians enter. No one found footprints in the dust-coated foyer. But if you stood outside long enough, you could pick out voices: alto, tenor, a child who missed one note in exactly the same place each week. Nora, a former piano teacher, started bringing a…