Maybe the holiness of the sound is simply a childhood association. But maybe not. All the notes have texture to them, somehow occupy a vertical space in the air. The lowest notes are thick enough to touch. Thick, and yet they reach deep into head and heart, and in grounding themselves in those places they provide grounding for all the restless things they find there. And in sound there is silence, and in the deep tremble of sound waves there is stillness. That can be miracle enough for a day.