And tonight, Prima Vox performed for the
Music and Meditation Series there.
We sang Hildegard. Monteverdi. Charpentier. Even some Kortuem (my new "Ave," a capella - it works beautifully without the harp, too). The sound is glorious in the Chapel. The music barely passed our lips before it spun up to that ceiling, whirled around, crashed into the far wall and came lingering back toward us. Languid sound. Rich sound.
Holy sound. Hear for yourself.
"Ave Maria," Monteverdi.
I don't know how the meditators felt while we were singing, but I was in an altered state if I do say so myself. Looking up at Sara and Ann, seeing their eyes closed and heads tilted, I think they were, too. Near levitation. The music we sing was meant to be sung in places like this.
Afterward, there was silence for a long time. And the meditation group left the balcony, one by one, thanking us in hushed voices, with dreamy-looking eyes.
"It was beautiful."
"You transported me."
"I didn't want it to stop."
"Thank you - I feel such peace."
"Please, please come back next week."
And then came our favorite comment: "Wow, I thought you were a lot older." We must have looked surprised, because the commenter added: "You know, I thought you were a bunch of older nuns from Bulgaria singing and here you are, so young..." We told him to quit while he was ahead.
And we headed off into the mild March evening, feeling young, renewed by music. Holy.