Classical music schools provide quite the sensory experience. The faint smell of soft wood and dust. An interior aesthetic left unchanged for several decades. An implicit agreement of silence between the hallway shufflers in respect for the indistinct notes coming from the closed doors. In the warm first days of June, the windows of the aule are swung open, and if you stand in the quiet garden of the Villa Torraccia, the building hosting the Scuola di Musica di Fiesole, you may make out a broken piano scale in Do Maggiore. From a second window, the powerful vibrato of a young singer reverberates over the grass. An oboe’s croon is also barely audible. Magically, all three separate voices somehow combine in perfect harmony.