As a child, Filippo finds himself sitting in front of the keyboards while his mother takes care of cleaning the carpets of the sacred place. On Saturday afternoons, a unique light pervades the environment, lower and golden, capable of projecting long shadows along the naves and making the stone almost velvety to the eye. The church, immersed in silence, is animated only by the sound of running water, the decisive movements of the hands, and the scent of laundry that spreads in the sweet air. Absorbed by the keyboards, young Filippo understands how the sound of the organ transforms the surrounding environment. The notes rise slow and measured, cross the atmosphere filled with soap, fall on the carpets left to dry, some of which are hung on the railings just outside the main entrance. Sound and fragrance caress the columns, returning a sweeter resonance. The church thus acquires an atmosphere that is both familiar and solemn; the musical vibration intertwines with the aroma of cleanliness, transmuting the simple daily work into a silent rite. Filippo assimilates, through this experience, the awareness that attention to material things and the pursuit of beauty share the same horizon.