It is incontestable that music induces in us a sense of the infinite and the contemplation of the invisible.
My whole trick is to keep the tune well out in front. If I play Tchaikovsky, I play his melodies and skip his spiritual struggle.
The notes I handle no better than many pianists. But the pauses between the notes - ah, that is where the art resides!
Most people use music as a couch; they want to be pillowed on it, relaxed and consoled for the stress of daily living. But serious music was never meant to be soporific.