One shouldn’t listen to choral music, one should inhale it. Breathe it in and fill their lungs before relaxing because of it.

Whether it be the sumptuous, subtle start of Leighton’s Second, or Noble’s raging rendition of the same Magnificat.

You are touched.

Many have been near forced to tears by the gentility of the choir at Evensong, or overwhelmed by the musicality of those involved.

The strong, over-enthusiastic tenors in a bit of Bruckner…or a group of altos attempting anything by Bach.

The benevolent congregation humbly approach the bench. They have their bit of bread, before graciously re-sitting and staring at their feet.

Thank the Lord for Howells. For Moore, for Bairstow.. Even Murrill.

But also thank the wonderful singers. They make the religion for those present perfect through the beauty of music. Some every Sunday. Some every single day (no matter what the tat is on the music list).

Every single one is a superstar.