He had learned to play for reasons that had very little to do with applause. Playing taught him how to inhabit time the way breathing does: slow in, slow out, notice the rise and fall. Each practice session was a ceremony of attention—right thumb for the bass, index and middle for the melody, ring finger for the inner voice. The booklet guided him through counterpoint and voicing until the music seemed, improbably, to be present in the room by itself.