I'm not the world's best piano player. Far from it, in fact (actually, I'm decent at the bagpipes, if you care to know). But sometimes, I can play inspired.
Sometimes I play Beethoven's Sonata Pathetique--the adagio cantabile movement. I play while looking at the portrait of a family ancestor hanging above the piano. Sitting there in her Victorian dress, she reminds me of Glenn Close. Her eyes are warm, but I know she is sad. She was ill and never married, and I can see a kind of longing in her face.
I play her the adagio cantabile, one of most beautiful melodies ever written, and in my mind, she hears me.