We stood as a solemn verger, rod in hand, led the robed choir to the candlelit stalls.
With a sweep of their leader’s hand, the choir burst into song. At first, soft as a whisper, then, loud as thunder. The concinnity of voices and harmony took my breath away.
Thirty voices swooping and swirling, this way, that way; up, down then up again. All thoughts drifted from my mind as music filled every corner of my being.
Too soon the choir fell silent, turned and disappeared from sight.
For a few moments, I sat in hope of catching an echo.
As a member of Friends of Cathedral Music, I regularly visit Winchester Cathedral to listen to their magnificent choir.
Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle and this week’s photo is from Ted Strutz.
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