I had to make an effort to recall the music I heard yesterday.  This makes its own commentary.  Usually when I hear live music it stays with me.  I literally do not want it to stop.  What "it?"  
Sometimes it's just a sound, sometimes a particular sequence of sounds associated with a text setting.
Simply mentioning the text was enough to bring back the most vivid moment: Purcell setting the words "sharpness of death" in a Te Deum.
It would have been even more closely interwoven with my sense of the day had there been a convincing sweetness against which to contrast it.  But, as it was not the usual voices singing in the choir, their tuning was less than sweet.  Curious, how a cappella singing makes its own terms.


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