When I was a child my mother played the piano. She played mostly classical music and I love it, but she was self-conscious about playing in front of other people. She would stop playing if someone walked into the room. I would ask her to keep playing, but she wouldn’t. I learned that the only way to hear that music I so loved was to hide behind the couch so she couldn’t see me. I would stay real still and quiet and listen for as long as she would keep playing. She is gone now, but I still love classical music.