Consider grace and elegance. For most mortals they exist in a fantasy world where there is no physical limitation -- no heaviness or awkwardness, everything functioning effortlessly without error or doubt.

I think I am describing what I call ear-pure listening, that is, listening ideally, as one imagines music.

Imagined music is music.

The keys of the piano are not what make the music. The music is made by the strings. Listening to the infinite wealth of complex vibration they release is what releases the grace and elegance of even the most awkward child. (Is there a child who doesn't believe her or himself to be that most awkward child?)

Someone asked me the other day to define what I teach. This is what I teach.